Oh, voiceless call that made the Watchers fall Enchanted by pneumatic grace that burns this world Into formless ash
Hear it now, in silence echoing The Other Side that calls the pure of heart
So bright... and yet in shadows we stand cloaked Hidden legions mirroring the gods Outcast breed in exile taking pride Elected brethren, pure of heart
The pure of heart shall rise To break the cycles of rebirth The pure of earth shall rise Up as dragons towards nought
(Nought) shall end the quest of our cause Formless fires shall crown the pure of heart Onwards now, aware in every thought The raven's kindred, pure of heart
The pure of heart shall rise To break the cycles of rebirth The pure of earth shall rise Up as dragons towards nought
Their deliverance, the force that fills our hearts Awakened in our cause to tear this world apart The nectar of the wise that sets the earth ablaze Will forever remain as poison to the blind shepherd's race
Their eternal might, like thorns piercing our hearts To remove every weakness through the sorcerous arts For all shall be sacrificed to feed the great flame of adversity That is the beginning and the end of our Self-spawned destiny
So bright... yet throughout ages standing cloacked Glorious legions mirroring our gods Against the all, in Spirit we are one The serpent's chosen, pure of heart
The pure of heart shall rise To break the cycles of rebirth The pure of earth shall rise Up as dragons towards noughtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
