Settling close, as I cease to breathe Lost without the cover of fallen leaves These faintly whispered words As I look at swinging feet
Mountains of madness Circle the ocean Tide lays claim To any shred of belief
Nothing left but the voice of pain Echoing lies to the legion slain Nothing beyond these rigid peaks But these barren obsidian plains
Mountains of madness Circle the ocean Tide lays claim To any shred of belief
Voices call me From feet below Calling me softly Calling me home
Pain will bleach this endless night While the soul forgets the will to fight Crushed by the weight of heavy yoke Head too low to ever see the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
