With no torch to light the way, my steps are slow and silent Ever cautious is the hunted, in the domain of shadows Gripping my guide’s wrist, I feel the wind begin to grow Faint at first, hastening into a bellowing gust Bowing every tree to its will
Distraught, I stagger to my feet, nearly overcome from the winds My guide looks to me with knowing eyes, telling of the fate of the land The land of an earthen tomb, where we must venture Through the plains of the soaring dagger
My pulse quickens, as our pace hastens towards the mountains Still miles beyond, with the grave of the dismembered stretching indefinitely The shrieks in the field ever silenced by the gale, Their hopes banished, their bodies motionless. Spirit flowing from the egress of their eyes, leaving the shell to decompose
The end is never within reach, with every step met by dread Where each stride evades their bones, snarling roots snare and moan To immobilize the prey for the fleeting knife to have its way May my rest be not met within this forsaken place of misery
Breathless and delirious, I collapse Lamenting the fate of his inevitable wickedness Still I see his face, once virtuous and pure Now slain by the fatherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
