Night’s sky, a forger strikes and the new world meets its master Too long has iron lay, a mark of history frayed Kings feast, naive at least to the imminent fall of power The tongue is forked for now, the men will meet their vow
The moon is making way Collapsing forces, the tides at bay The tundra’s winds are out of breath Hope will rise out of human flesh
Daylight, an invisible sun, bringing life to the frozen millions The ice slays on for days, no sun, no warmth, no rays Bring fire for the moon grows old, he tires in his constant glamour Save me from these chains, incarcerate the rain
Go alone, far away, where the eyes of bowman range Your cries are falling on dead ears
Run fast, don't look back, they soar above the rest Our friend, the arrow, bring solace back
Storms revealing corrupted systems The crowds revolt in disgust, not gracefully No longer will we bow down to this Repeat this oath, no man shall rot to snakesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
