The dust of the infinite times burries me In a forgotten grave Chained with time and eternal life For such a long time Alone in an infinitely cold And almost completetly dark The thousand year-old wrinkles on my face And the tears dryed up long ago Are being burried by the dust of an eternity Till somebody opens the grave on a night Finding the chained in the past Ancient dark soul of mine Blowing away the dust from me And from the weapons laying at my side The war starts again So it had never ended And the face gleaming on my sword Is the one's who freed me Such a familiar face... This is my face... I freed myself Just as I vowed a thousand years ago I came to pull down the gates...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
