From burning land the croaking comes, lasting flames, raving fire, trying to silent it, in vain
The fallen raven sweeps the ashes from the ground, with each croak he kills a newborn flame, with each move he cleans the dirt brought upon this land by ever hated human kind
Dying fire born a new life inside of him, upcoming misery burns a new flame, lifeless body gains astral strength, croaking his sorrow for burnt out land
Eyes facing hellish red sun, flying up towards blackened sky seeing disaster, hate mixed with torturing sorrow
he seeds and spreads a new life, croaking wakes he dead land, weakness turning to strength
Majestic nature resurrected with eternal power to carry on, but never forgetting and never forgiving, never forgetting and never forgiving...
...and the raven cries misery upon those who are not worth livingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
