The winged demon, cold steel and a leering grin For ages, deepened Bolted high, and it's creaking, grim
Cities burn, in Ashen graves Empires fall Silent, the ocean breaches high, the walls
What's left but to watch and wait The growing stench of death The wayward gusts of howling winds Chokes up our every breath Our every breath
The smell of sulfur Ascends a flaming spire The air scorched like a devils touch Smoke pillars Higher and higher Victims fall to a sorceress clutch Lifeless shells and hollowed souls An Empire of Ash and Dust
Magic falls upon the city Clenching to the Stone, flesh and timber Scalding the rags from the backs of women and children who lay victim to a clash of....kingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
