It's a matter of time that the soul of men surrounded by temptations May let the Hades open its gates
Downwards the Hades of the soul
This place is dark, where yore white lights were gleaming And shone the splendour of the stars Now lies the desert, a pale red light upon the ashes Engulfing all life
Like Ungoliant, the dark-veiled hungry spider Shading whispers this way comes The winds of storm, ill-fated tidings Carried from the larva of an inner war
I sense a creeping power, a shaking strength Fruit of years of hateful existence of hidden wrath
Downwards the Hades of the soul
The human race is so extremely perfect You can see it everyday The human thought, a million years evolving And still an embryo in search of a shape
Downwards the Hades of the soul
And there lies the soul, conditioned by race and thought Imprisoned in flesh, dimension and blood And there lie the gods, conditioning races and thoughts Imprisoning lives, futures and hopesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
