Gloomy days fade away and vanish, tainted by the eternal dusk. Wilting flowers, the dying trees spread their roots and open crevices in the dream of existence. Scars on the landscape, reflects the sad story of a wasted land. The agony filters through the air of those who live in barren lands, on rusted plains. The ruins open path between the streets as oblivion and solitude shout out through demolished walls. Strangling the warm life of the newborn rose on the impure air of the ghost city. Funeral sounds carried by the wind, the heart beats in silence. Time stood in the last days of April, in the twilight of dawn that followed the pure light, of the sun of the last day of world. A star shone one night, and poisoned the air and the water. That suddenly condemned their destiny, to a land where death now reigns. The sarcophagus presides the cemetery, extends throughout the dead zone. The great cemetery, that hides with cowardice, the buried bodies of forgotten lives. Mortal flashes engraved in the memory of those who survive in the ignorance. An eternal legacy annihilates all in its path, and will sanctify the final victory of death. The burning air nourishes the roots of the grass, sprouting from a sickened land. The red forest, a faithful witness, of the eternal curse that damn too many lives in iodine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
