The moon turns my words against me Its light shows my lies To this sunken place the dead all come But for my oath I would join them
The ravens descend from the tower To place on my heart the fire Black as dead night they watch As the words find their purpose
The tide draws out under the sinking moon The spires of the dead city gleam One last gaze upon the towers of home After death I have no need of this place
The ravens have done their task They carry the oath to the wind The bond will be fulfilled When the moon comes right againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
