A visionaire standing among the statues with the wind blowing through his hair. Crying the last, before he dies all alone. He had fought the pain, he had seen it all. The war was never, they all were dying. He left the statues, he had seen the end of all that he had lived for.
This was his last challenge. Among the statues of the calm and with the crimson sky in sight.
Trembling for his sanity, the visionaire was fading away. Leaving a falling world behind. A sacrifice to this world (of damnation and terror). Crying the last, before he dies all alone. His mortal death, as a visionaire would free the chained souls of this dying realm. This was his call, all that his martyr soul ever had lived for.
This was his last challenge. Among the statues of the calm and with the crimson sky in sight.
And the sky cracked, the mountains crumbled, the seas raged and then all was calm again. The end of the decay. His soul scattered around the world. His body fell into bloodred painted dust. What he had lived for...
This his very last challenge. Among the statues of the calm and with the crimson sky above. He gave his soul to the damned.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
