Silver wings circle Portents of a strange past returning Over bones of crippled behemoths I tread through the mire
In the mists, I can feel it Looming as a vulture Eyes fall upon me Searching, shifting in judgement So small, so weak... Pale in the dimming light of æons Near the river, I see it Jet black and silent Approaching, I'm diminished By mysteries of 10,000 ages
I cannot remember From where I came And I cannot remember Who I once was
The slow march of time Turns even the greatest of triumphs To nothing Nothing more than sand Washed into the infinite seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
