Desolated, the purification of hatred had grown enough Cold spirits of aether haunt the old forests Lives of them are banished, no one sings their psalms Legions of rejected souls reap their cursed lands Their light has faded away, water cries silently Only wind holds the hosts of forgotten remembrance Rain drops into wells that never ends, they fall so Dwelling in dead space beneath matter and metaphysical structuresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
