Trembling in the beam of the moonlight from afar The wild casts its might to the horror below Falling to the wrath of the night sky at its hand Vengeance owns the scent of the air tonight
Lo, in the land where the winds has roared And the chants of lifelessness has soared See the world grow dull Soils drowned away by the vicious waves Fires burn all life to ash-swept graves And the world grows dull
Wastelands are an art created by the storms No tyranny to obstruct from the infinite skies Frozen and blown away until all movement has ceased In the still the voice of the earth can be finally heard
Lo, in the land where the winds has roared And the chants of lifelessness has soared See the world grow dull Soils drowned away by the vicious waves Fires burn all life to ash-swept graves And the world grows dull
Frowning down upon the aftermath Naked branches reaching out to the world Spirit of the winds is yearning strong Courage must keep fighting on
All life destroyed No sound amidst the ruins One spirit is born to be transformed And give rise to a superior realmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
