As the lord of the immortal throne lift his hand to the symbolic crown spirits called back to the forests to find the sorrows behind mountains hidden
When the past follows the path of glory I wander in the coldest part of forest where only the frost seems to care, not the fear as I stand under the tree-folden gate consuming this glade to late once blood was here to be spilled and the veins of the soil got filled view from the past carved in the stones pointing ahead where the spirits walk alone
As the owles got thrown down by stones an arrow stops the heart of a soul behind the curtain of no light they search for their beloved, once eaten by the wolves ......A Glade of Ingrown Blood......
As I hatch the stake to the ground to see if the blood still remains I see the eyes of sadful destiny comes through to recreate the souls of past the believers of an ancient way of life will again lit their torches in the end cave to join the dark of dreamers millenium souls to find the sorrow behind the mountains hidden
As the owles got thrown down by stones an arrow stops the heart of a soul behind the curtain of no light they search for their beloved, once eaten by the wolves ......A Glade of Ingrown Blood......Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
