Darkened path, moonlit sky Howling winds break the deafening silence Lifeless shapes tower over me Backlit against a bruised horizon The sun offered me little solace But even it has withdrawn from this night’s bitterness All about me, the voices whisper The voices of those that appear in the darkness Chanting in tongues unbeknownst to me Painting horrifically aesthetic pictures in the blackness I tremble in the midst of these terrors But I refuse to abort my journey homewards
This blood that runs in me is not mine It was given to me on the Cross It drives me onward through the grim, unfeeling night Calling the weary homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
