Red cloud rise, exigent fallout. In the wake- legions. Echoes of a thousand paces. Closing in. Are you with me? Are you with me? This, the abyssal end.
Legions. Milia; One thousand to one. These brothers who stand by me, will fall beside me. For beauty. For visions immutable. Not for all the world, our own lives.
Red cloud rise, exigencies loud. I'm not to fade, my death in subtlety, we'll scream our lives to the wind as heralds to the sun, and know, we died for the heroism of man.
In grave resonance, our death tolls; Memories sweetly falling with us. But in faltering strength, I'll rise again to spit on the tyranny of this world- and in the brilliance of my final words, wrench all men to their knees.
Red cloud rise, inescapable now. Born to a world of the deep dark gray and ever dreaming of a cresting, golden morning.
So let's go. What are we waiting for? Let that wicked smile rage: We may die- but they'll never take our lives. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
