Over a myriad of winters I, haunted by howling lullabies A burning inferno in my infantile forge Deformed my vitreous corpus A glowing needle of faith Sewed shut my Eyes of doubts
A giant forge hammer in my hands I stand guard at sun and moon Over my rotten childhood A layered dungeon of fear Raised up to cliffs at my unendurable blackened sea Out of this gaping wound they creep out As starving maggots from a dried-out carcass
Resurrected creatures I cut in pieces Knee-deep in their freshly skinned flesh Frantically, incessantly I forged the iron For thousands of coffins Heaviest steel overloaded with their bloody bones To exile them over the cliffs back into my blackest sea
Ignite the fire Tend the fire I infuriate the burning flame
Raise the hammer Strike the hammer I forge the iron to heaviest steel
Slay the creature Skin the creature I throw the bones on the steel
Fill the coffin Exile the coffin Over the cliffsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
