The Old Ones, from before speak a tongue, no longer known
The New Gods took it, so their hearths, they could grow
Echoing in the aethyr countless tales, lost to the unknown
Our libraries filled, the pyres of their dead God
But Now the time has come, In the silence, they only whisper to some
If you listen you can hear them, As they mind removes the veil
and their screaming whispers become the voice in side
When the lights in the sky, align with the stones on the earth, in the land of forgotten tongues
Though the warriors have gone the war still rages on in the souls of those that lived through the terror
a conflict that echoes endlessly reinforcing the torment of the species
Battles waged between those that would take and from who it is taken!
so grind the wheels of time, it matters not if we live or die in the lands of forgotten tongues
Measures of men, they come and go, time counts lines in mortal's souls men the fields they cleared in the land of forgotten tongues
The new gods that came, they too had been conquered
driven from the strangelands
never to find what they'd lost
for their ancestors also dwell
in the lands cut off from our world
by the dead god's destruction
In the land of forgotten tongues!
Look now to the hoarders of wealth Societal tumor erupting
you will see the oxen that drive this calamity forward
barbarians pickled in their finery lance the boil, sacrifice the bull
let the blood come pouring forth in the land of forgotten tongues
Now we all grope for what's been lost as their world eclipses ours turning the day to night in the land of of forgotten tongues
When the lights in the sky, return to their stones on the earth In the land of forgotten Tongues
The old ones that will come are the lights in the sky
they will return to the earth to destroy the dead god's of man
raining their cleansing fire just as it was written in the tomes long forgotten and burned by them
Do you hear them coming? If you did, would you join them or flee?
The ones that are coming, speak a tongue you will soon come to know
their many colored faces, painted the way the old ones did
open the doors to the strangelands just as the whispers commanded
now the tendrils of the past will destroy or open your mind in the land of forgotten tongues Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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