The world is crumbling I can't see the sun anymore I can't feel the rain Everything that is
All the forests of old, bow down and enter a long lasting slumber Awaiting the inevitable. A future covered in smoke, I feel the darkness encroaching
The sounds of trumpets will cover the sky and to the rhythm of a thousand legions They all warn the day of judgement approaching
And by the signs of war, famine, pestilence, and death all mortal beings are left to answer for their own redemption
Alas when all hope is abandoned, shimmers of light will guide thee toward life eternal
As is the tale about to be told from our forefathers And so the fall of the seventh gold star beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
