Do you remember my generation of places Our convictions still will burn The blade brushes the surface of her flesh Her skin crawls with apprehension Realization of her imminent demise Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes An obsession with the past breaking to accept What is here before me Clear the lands of this darkened shade Forsaken in past passages Through the eyes of legends The seed of the one who has been Cast down and spawned within this last hope Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval Damnation fine young man Withered in death's time frame Capture the descent in departure You can feel it grow within yourself Feel it spread, thickening daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
