Our footsteps in the snow, the blood that marks my hands Dream of tales that I know as we’re marching to the promised land
From ruins of decayed earth, we came with the rising storm Monuments of remaining hate in our dark and frozen hearts
Nine elements of light, six have felt our swords Three get ready for the fight, in battle no place for words
The darkness will shine forever, the winter never ends Controlling elements of black, the rotting stench is good
Bury the past Await the new day The world we lived Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
