The burning of searing sorrow paves the way to the halls of madness A secret indistinctive invitation Blurring even the clearest vision
The knocking, the keys that turn without sound amidst the non-understanding of it all creating a space for the realization of its pregnant horrors
Bold demand for turning astray Commissioners of strife arrived Dark clouds breeding, gathering, growing Silently, without building within
Enclosing the shrinking circle around the areas of knowledge breathing sinkholes manifests inside secured positions and safe ground
Dead sowers of no world planting seeds upon rocks amongst the dirt, dust and bones hidden, their plants shall grow
Sharp thorns of invisable trunk bearing fruit for mouthless children as they procreate in reverse sequence praising the nameless God of Silence
As the path of solitude open its door Revealing magnificent shadow it points to where all the roads cross on the barren land of he who's no more
Dead sowers of no world planting seeds on rock surrounded by dust and bone irrigationless, their plants shall grow
Strange shadows of a world gone sowing seeds on stones where no light can approach their rootless root takes formTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
