Eternal cold was our home when immortality had meaning still Once we watched the floes from above we observed the endless streams of ice and time
so long ago Molten is the white skin water flows like lucent blood from within azure wounds that never heal
Molten is the frozen flesh like lepers we crawl Molten are those old bones and they break under gride and moan like dead trees, carving scars into stone Only memories and naked rocks remain where the giants once stood tall in their domain Come forth and surrender your reign wanderers of the frozen plains Keepers of times long past your existence is fading fast Void resides in the waste you left behind Only stories still remind us of their days
and the divide where they once paced along their ways
Only memories and naked rocks remain where the giants once stood tall in their domainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
