Standing still, outlined, opaque the creatures of a summer long forgotten Raging wind consumes them, thin and ghosting They hold their ground on the wilted bog The stars, the mist, the silence The great wound in the sky begins to blow They didn't turn to look As the red began to spill forth The tunnel it Formed plunges into the Earth And in the red appears a door Raging Fire consumes them, thin and ghosting The children of a summer never seen
And all was silent and purple Fog fingers arrange the bones Into the vesica piscis The bones lock and illuminate The tribe will never die
I can hear them again Their cadent whispers From the Timberline Of a closer valley than ever At last we tread the same sphere At last we absorb the sunset from the Shadows
A drop of life distilled in a Grail of death
But it is not the right time I still have one more soul to save
Wait at the bridge for me I will return soon and change The Fate of the Harbingers of Dawn with what I bring Back from the earth Just one more soul And we'll cross the threshold as one
We cannot prolong You cannot request The portal is closing But we will find you againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.