Slight hope for rain ignites our conspiration, yielding back from the mists of death. When the willess abyss swallows all remains, twisted flowers bloom before your eyes.
Speaker of torment, narrator of old, your words are to us like drops of honey. Sweet like a chime, the fear is gone – all fear is gone.
A gift to the ones, that believed in the fading, a rebel will not be silenced no more. We follow the rules, we follow the fate, in this nightly melancholy.
Fruit of temptation, wouldn’t you wish to taste, as they fall? Chained to each other impossibly, the passing of things, it reminds me of you…
The souls of the brave, all madness of mankind, a wise man’s tear to the ground, distant sound of screams… By the face of the moon, nameless men drown in blood, unleashed is extinction upon us all.
Our quest led us to the most wonderful places, old empires collapsing as new ones are born. Once the kind-hearted rule, there is hope and forgiveness - no foolish revenge as together we mourn.
There’s madness around us, this world is corrupted. We are in the eye of the storm. Forever my love and my faith are your shield, ’cause I will be there, right with you when the end comes!
For every blessing glows brightly a star in the sky, far away…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
