Ruling the greatest halls of stone The ancestral holds Wrestled the fruits of the rock To compare themselves with gods A grand temple they planned To touch the heart of heaven A golden bell they placed Above the clouds
Built by wiser hands A blessed everlasting realm
At the stroke of midnight The bell tolled twelve times On the thirteenth stroke Lightning split the skies And thunder echoed the sound Brooding storm clouds appear Black like ash the rain High above, a dark circle in the sky
Quake rent the earth and sky Tore the mountains apart Once a cradle of light Achievements of the past
Desolated regions dispersed With broken pillars Abraded by the river of time Former glories Are nothing more than memories Ancient sagas whispered In the silence of nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
