Beneath a dimming sun great cities moulder and decay In brooding nights of gloom and on through melancholy days In the manses of the mages great magics still hold sway And those who dwell within are wont to say
As the sun fades from the sky This ancient earth prepares to die Here at the end of all time A slow demise so saturnine
As aeons pass unheeded subtle sorcerers parlay Among the haunted hills strange creatures stalk unwary prey There may come no tomorrow so all live for today And the crimson twilight turns to grey
As the earth prepares to die The waning sun fades from the sky Here at the end of all time Our slow demise becomes sublimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
