The downward spiraling path Overgrown ruin and loss No light guides each step Into the depths
Hands searching for a hold Covered in slick moss The blood of those before Questing into the unknown
Breathing in the rot Sickness and unrest Wheezing from decay Humid death clouds
Stumbling down the stairs Bones, rats, maggots Each step more death A putrid tunnel of writhing flesh
Go on a path I was told Down this decrepit lair The quest was long envisioned
I say you shall travel Toward the moonrise by night As too I have done For days without number
I want to die
At the cost of my sight I have seen the truth Upon the spire I saw The future lost to you
Across this barren desert Water has run dry Choking on the sand
I was lost in life Living with no end
Dunes as far as I can see No release in sight
Carrion begin to swarm Foretelling my own end Bloodshot eyes strain across the sand Swarmed by the thirsty flies There's no water here I am at my own end
Yet weeks in now I know I'll die Lost in the dunes Buried and forgotten
In this empty land I ventured across the dunes For the fabled spireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
