Perched on a sea's cliff face of brooding distress A realm lies locked in by an eternal tempest The inn, the guild, and homes of living prisons Their walls tell tales of a past cataclysm Year after year I've passed the folk below But now my guilt cries to their shadowed lives in snow
One pair bound by blood catch my sight... Vile mead slurs ones breath; his wife's pain disguised
Empty handed, clouded mind, the inn froze his tab No source to fill the sot and emerge from this trap My narrow bastard ways loathe men like him Yet my demur can't deny this setting, bleak & grim
Maniacal coldness twists my thoughts Shall I sway the inn? Clear what's bought?
Hand the coin, a charitable gift... His thanks and gratitude, sadly short lived
A colossal form quakes ground; Ancestral spirit condemns, screaming deafening sounds Its shockwaves spray commoners nearby As it vanishes it makes its final swipe Hunting frantically for the drunk I must find Appears a cadaver's face that burns me blind All I sought was to breathe this man new life Now here I cradle the corpse of his wife Searching high and low, signs of him draw weary Thou must make amends; find a remedy
Reanimating death; the guild always despised Hell why I should care? He must see her, one last time Desperate I scan their house and hope begins to rust; And abruptly disintegrates her body turns to dust
Forefather's damn me, I'm destined be alone I just hope he understands at least I brought her ashes homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
