Quicker I must move into the west Before them I now stood Towering, towards each other they lean Forming a wooden throne between
Compelled, I again move forward To walk in the shadows, the shadows of wooden giants Here I will face the menace once more The dying light of sol, a path darkening below
Screaming, hooting and howling The menace announces its return A black gate, veiled in shadow A negative highlight to the dim wood
Depths of darkness swirling The presence of the menace surrounds Reacting to my encroaching step Shrieks fill the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
