Past the listless fields of Elysium There arise the crags of Sheol’s borders Hellish, Fiendish, Diabolical - Befitting Hell.
Yet from where I am The hum of the shades is too distant The soundscape of wails, too faint
From here, there is only ascendance
Past the listless fields of Elysium There arise the crags of Sheol’s borders Hellish, Fiendish, Diabolical - Befitting Hell.
“To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
