Night is crawling near And darkness approaches on the horizon The tops of the trees reflect As shadows on this garden
The sight is getting misty Cadavers rise from wide open tombs Cold shapes in the air And the seal is broken
The dead are brought together with the living Uniting on their way to paradise Escape from mortality And touch the wastes of infinity
The seal is broken now We leave this place of superstition Into the cosmic sphere Plunging through dark clouds
And head for completeness On illusions shown in dreams We leave this place of superstition Into the cosmic sphereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
