After the fall from innocence, I bade my remaining honor to an Unknown Whirlwinds of unearthly screams spoke the name I had before the descent. Past life remembered Past plight restored The One Eye will behold life within the sorrow. Ancient threads will stream between my sullen human eyes Reborn now, and somehow, the sons and daughters of light Will learn of my reprieve into the Heart of Night “There is another plane on which the pentaform can be sustained Won’t you follow me through the archway, and don your skin with the waters of banished lore?” I cannot refuse I cannot resist The only way to honor my pain is following him
Grinding down the towers of primordial misery
Will the skeletal monolith be carried away by the eyes of my intention? Will the whispering stones edify me to transform these bones to gold?
Wilting will becomes a gateway to ancient lands of tangled wood Trees shaped like humans suffering: Honor to the moments that made us complete…
Is our weakness truly weak? Is our collapse truly a Loss? Crawling closer, through streams of tears and thorns of hate, The Shadow of Man nears the mouth of the Cavern of Absolution
And shadows perform ceremony, through our misery We are instruments to the InvisibleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
