...a vast ever-growing world of wondrous beauty, quietly humming with magic and majesty, stretches out as far as I can see, and even beyond the distant horizon the splendour of this realm does neither know nor fear any boundaries. And yet the setting sun calls for twilight, and brooding shadows grow ever taller. A distant thunder rolls over the land, as a first and final warning of the rising storm:
There will be no dawn!
By the faint light of the night, Brightened by the shining of a waning moon Remote bolts of lightning fill the sky The hour draws nigh, it will come soon
The distant thunder, the rising of the storm
Shrouds of mist and clouds of black Obscure the howling wind's vortex
The winds are crying out your name Heavens shall weep for you tonight
Sirens singing songs of sorrow Ancient enchanting melodies, Soothing songs of old, Yet their words are ever so dark No light shines, the night is cold And so it will be like the prophet foretold
Gazing at this lightless realm In which the sun once reigned Skies turned to emerald green and darkest black Primordial wrath sent forth From death anxiously awaits The merciless and brutal full attack!
The winds are singing in chorus A song of melodies so sad
Sirens wailing for their sorrow Tearful serenades of grief Mournful songs of times Forgotten and long gone No dawn shall rise, farewell to light, No dawn shall rise, farewell to light
And in the woods the lightning strikes The thunder rolls and daylight dies A frightful presence roaming through the night The storm now reigns forevermore Unparalleled, this nature's force Eternally negates all light!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
