We have been given the cold insight to see Where impure and stained Icons shine clean Clean from the mockery of seedless our muted concious awaken Through which we shift and rise to regain our stolen Craft For any scheme to rise the holy schemes to chain the seeds of concealed might Might we've drawn from darkness the dormant king resides within And grim our gardens be within the dormant realm And grim our prayers be within the dormant realmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
