In storm I ride towards shadow ruins Infernally vasts take my sight Took color my vision From an endless dripping sky
Paint the visage centuries old Of those that ride by my side The hovering steel desecrators
Nearer have I never been To this I always searched Crystal-clear opening In which I shall be gone
From an endless dripping sky Cryptic visages centuries old Of those that rode by my side
In storm I stand upon the ruins Infernally vasts take my sight again The light is dim before me For vision was frost For vision was frost
Chiming bells of immortality Sing through the halls of eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.