There were the Sky turns to red, my soul vanishes among sundry and slippery feelings of pleasure. In the large, horrid and rough desert, the sculped tower of ice builds up, to where I will come and possess my wisdom. I will eternally carve my loneliness, but the tower will finally melt. The most intense cold surrounds me, oh master, leave me alone for a while or I will destroy everything with my own hands. Oh no, valour, give me the wings for my name to fade again from their lips, but I will be abck because I am sempiternal. Now I leave you, because you all have a mission to obey which will soon end.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
