In broken disguises I swallowed the sun The mark of the raven still stirs in my blood
The heart of the wild is embedded in me In cathartic visions, I’ll return with the wind A thunder of slaughter, something wicked your way comes Now I am become Death to purify this world
Radagast Radagast
I am the ram’s horn I am all that they loathe Lesson done, now open your eyes And I’ll show you pain
The torment of bereavement is a noxious seed. The torment of bereavement is a dangerous seed. Radagast Radagast
Gales of fire Now claw at my thoughts Visions of a world Trembling in disgust My blood will poison The womb from which they are born
Pray you don’t release me from below From the things that keep me alone in the deep From the pain, the hungering Pray, pray, little thing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
