Prophetic blessing in disguise Newborn creations soon will rise Carrying forth the substance of all hope
Cut all ties to the dying past waiting to be freed
Out of the ash we've come Into ash we'll return Lines in the strata forged There where the embers burn
Effigies of the past Carved in the books of stone Ghosts made of paraffin wax Growing inside the bones
Underneath the dust Cemented in the rust Surface wears the scar of the Reaper’s Mark
Down from the heavens and up from below barren feet Underneath the dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
