A tale of wanderer Of a mystery sacred Power from beyond A cry for glory And a memory tainted With the time
Lookout!
Facing… with the hydra heads They come Betwixt in spawn Hellenic dawn Mercy, all the people cry Unto death’s door Pulling out the floor
It’s alright, hold it down They’re empty, the cradle and the jar You see through, it can’t be It’s where you are
Maybe it’s true But what they say Is simply not what they do Come dare my pain Each year that it takes from me I can deliver I will strike by Blade…
Crossing into fiery paths Devils and dust return Upon the field we all burn Elysium waits with open arms A trivial dust of fate Upon this plain
Myths of Glory Takes the minds of the molded kind Human folly Grapes of siege on a stolen vine Twist the fable Into your own peace of mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
