Walking the dying orb of man An empty path , blinded: fear Unable to speak the tongue of wrath Deaf to words not spoken in crowd
Nameless centuries Still underneath I am so alien to you Shut were those fragile eyes During all these starlit nights
Hearing the dying prayer Of a man His pity words disgust me ...who are you too speak Whose mind (is) in chains You never walked alone Tasted sour wine
Warriors like me -The wicked kind Hand of mans demise Darken spirits Asleep for so long It is time to open our eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
