Talons set at the foot of my Kingdom A crescent Moon Ablaze through these thinning clouds We ride with haste to the battle unknown The Pans play their war cry from the mountain tops afar To be shown what lies in mortal flesh, but soars behind the physical touch Through sand and soil, water-flowing and where blood boils A sea of dead kings transcending with the mist and dew of my brows The time has come to burn or to watch bowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
