From the high sphere, remember What was the will of the elders Immersed in my dark prayers My gods are stronger than yours A sad spirit, wanderer of this mounds In a forest unknown Lost and forgotten But a furious hand will raise teh sign of attachment The ghost will fly again, free, but chained to this world This sword made of the rawest blood A sad spirit, wanderer of this mounds In a forest unknown Lost and forbidden The Black Sword of Vlendios The Black Cry of Old Wisdom The Black Sword of Vlendios The Black Cry of Old Wisdom
I am the Sword of Vlendios...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
