A withered garden flourished thorns of shattered bone and birthed flesh colder than the frigid storm A pyre of frost and earth embracing the sky sealed with the feeble touch of death
Aside the memories of pallid mountains gleaned with flames, rest the calloused hands who held aloft the blaze
Though their eyes fade, and wither in decay Though the light fades, the torch ever burns
Torn asunder by mangled stone and steel And buried deep beneath themselves Their voice beneath the earth whispers no more Silenced by dust through gasping breath
Ghastly fingers run like daggers across the skin To tear asunder fading blood held within
The sound of torrential suffering muted by weight of their dead the tattered skin writhes no more a husk of eternal sleep
Though their eyes fade, and wither in decay Though the light fades, the torch ever burnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
