In the path of good fortune Yet another leads astray In the midst of abundance Woeful songs sung in vain On a hill fervid cavalier Spills no blood upon his scales Weighs the flesh of my brother Weighs the flesh of my foe
Hearts cursed with hunger And the hollow gaze of fear Grieving souls this dreadful hour Barren lands spread to the north
Blind as the vulture that its final feast awaits Judgement passed deliverance lies morose Futile demise, thirsting swallows are singing my praise Singing my praise
Death throes escaping the silence of untimely death Judgement passed, deliverance etched in stone Carry my corpse far beyond to fabled lands To fabled lands
In fields of famine In fields of dread Forsaken reapers Harvest emptiness
Flight takes the swallow To journey's end Singing their last dirges To immortal stars flying high
Children Shadows of their graves Watch them die
Wistful Winds of staid regrets Hear their cries
Brethren Fleeing memories Pass them by
Sullen Darkness blinds the sky Darkened soul
In the path of good fortune Yet another leads astray In the midst of abundance Woeful songs sung in vain On a hill fervid cavalier Spills no blood upon his scales Weighs the flesh of my brother Weighs the flesh of my foe
Hearts cursed with hunger And the hollow gaze of fear Grieving souls this dreadful hour Barren lands spread to the north Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
