Keening... A reflection of all that was The bell tolls... Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity
I was born long ago My form fashioned from the primordial rock Storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit The essence of an era forged by the elements
And millennia have passed Frail flesh teems with memories I watch with spectral eyes The knowledge mine - and mine alone
Ancient paths that sear the landscape Ley-lines scouring a wounded earth Where long-forgotten shades now wander Beneath the glare of the cold moon
The very soils imbued with a sense of longing Beneath my tread teem myriad memories The essence of so much now lost Entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried
Yet I know not what lies ahead No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have I No keys to unlock the myriad entangled strands of what will be Behind me, a wake of unending despair Ahead, a formless void as yet unscarred Waiting for the Echoes of the dead to comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
