In the whirlwind of ashes I can tell forbidden signs And dull whisper of the dashers, Who struck bosom of the brine
Hollow wail is penetrating Through the tatters of the haze Brings a song that dedicated To the glory and the praise
Being covered by a shroud Frozen breath and icy touch On the wings of flaming round Till it finally comes to crunch
Wolves are wildly roaring Till they're out of breath, I see ravens soaringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
