The old moon over this Empire Is growing colder and colder The sargeist night spirit howls Calling, surpassing distances
Remembering places, and pain The shivering voice of my heart It knows that silence waits... Confined to nourish thirsty roots
From this cursed and fruitless soil The trees of misery will sprout Their rotten leaves forever chanting A whisper of darkness and decay
The old moon over this Empire Is growing colder and colder The old moon over this Empire Shining on my scattered bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
