Along the shore the cloud waves break The twin suns paint blood red the sky Strange is the night where black stars rise The waxen moons of Ixthil The shadows lengthen, but tower stranger still Our bodies dry and die on long forsaken terra
We march into the skies The strange of dark Carcosa
The idleness of whipping winds and thirst for flesh behind his grin The tattered flags of the pallid King The yellow sign - the death it brings Days behind that lead us blind Marching on in single line To the ends, ravenous Search the skies for the lost star
Songs that the Hyades shall sing Where flap the tatters of the King Hastur, Hali, the sirens beckon me To the shores of mist and death, Aldebaran, the world unseen
We are lashed and scoured through the rot Blessings and prayers we ne'er sought Kindred souls from this time untold We march to dim Carcosa Leeches of the sacred fold Rituals in white and gold The yellow sign and blackened skies Our home of lost Carcosa
We march into the skies The strange of dark CarcosaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
