Now our blood Travels though the veins of our history
It bursts forth them Boiling black clouds from the wrists of kings
The shadow Lengthens as time draws on its tendrils
Creep into mythic cracks blending with the light of day
We see it Now Before us But even so we cannot Read the lies between the lines
Bring them nothing They have Made it's way The nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
