With words that weigh a thousand stones And axes cleave through mortal bones Wise men follow the black-bird’s call That echo through the ancient halls
Banquets rot in the halls of kings Empires sink as warriors sing Scepters clasped in bloody hands Oceans swallow holy lands
Villages in the distance burn Black smoke rises out from the earth And while men speak from altars high Carrion crows gather in the sky
On mortal ears rest Elders lore As bodies wash upon the shore Their lamentations, their final songs The aftermath of silver tonguesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
