In verses of a dead tongue these trees could speak of the apathetic wilderness, unshackled freedom Entombed within whispers of decaying glorious fires unhinged beauty cascading ancient spell upon the mortal, traitors’ sins cast against an unforgiving panorama
In song the wind did speak of her immortal pain, have you heard the cries carried forth through the timber, you would tremble A forceful river once coursed through these veins Now a dry canyon of scars
Dreamless ether to attain
Unfolding the essence Entwining within its darkness A canopy of a millennia of deaths Desperate souls trapped in moss
An eternal rite, curated unto the Earth The blade of time, hacking through weak limbs Murdering to create life Within this realm I witherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
