Who heard the nightwind's whispers Maladies to come that it once sang Who saw the storms approaching And the shadows hiding in the Sun
(rivers of life - now streaming red swarming flies - reeking of death)
The breeze bears a familiar aroma The blood runs thick before my weary eyes And in this maelstrom of denial The dying screams of men have become our lullabies
(lidless eyes - dreamless sleep open wounds - far too deep)
This is our world, this is our Hell This is the soil upon we fell Behold the truth as it unfolds... Way passed the point of its demise This world is only bleeding flies No one will come to claim your soul...
Who heard the nightwind's whispers The bleak requiems that it once sang Who saw our shadows submerging Before this age of dark had even begun
...did no one?
"No one heard the serpent singing No one felt its teeth sank deeper No one saw our reflections transforming into the pale traits of the reaper"
No solace for our lamentations No warmth from lacerated suns Music for abominations Only resounds in our world undone
A grave new world, a grave new life With ravaged dreams of paradise No more sights left to behold... Surpassed the point of its demise This world is only bleeding flies No one will come to claim your soul...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
