Lonley as the autumn evening Flowing on its last days A wanderer of long-past wisdom Facing his last conflict
Met the time of withering Destiny, towards a clearer star More bright than ever seen before What's my will?
Well on his quest In search for magnificense He weakens before the grave of god Banished, soon dead
See it in his eyes Like you see it on the tombs Of human decades, one by one All the things he spoke of
Plastering the circuit split Spawn of Satan, lightning blood The circuit of demons, told him What to seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
