Our tower has crumbled Reduced to dust and dreams We have been scorched By bright flames of delusion They are the corpse I am the apparition The lurker beyond the gates
A fading spirit roaming the shores It is me that calls out from beyond
They were not the bitter cold Or the tantalizing darkness They were a tangible mockery Of this unyielding essence.
Their misconceptions were the siege machines that tore our barrier apart And exposed the alien light In our wake, the pious soil the throne In the name of artificial evil
Yet Chaos destroys Order, the edge is sharpened Yet Chaos destroys Order, and cleansing fires rage
From the distance, the lurkers all await When the time has to, to silence the imposters I will stand, torch in hand And light their funeral flameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
