The veils roll down as grey-stained glass. like blanketed fire, fading in dust. A shroud to see, a shroud to be. A shroud to stumble blindly through, infinitely.
Like a winters day, with the summer stolen away. Crushing gloom, we all lose.
With staff and cloak - sulphur rise from below. With robe and scythe - brimstone fall from the sky. With all relics scattered wide for none to see. Crown of black light - in the shadow on high.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
