An antique land, a cursed land sinking Away into the crushing depths An antique land, a cursed land falling Away soon to be lost to the living
Who will hear the words from my dying lips? Who will heed my stories of this ancient place?
Glance with scorn on the folly Breathe in dust and ash Stories of this wretched grave Wrought of ruin from the cradle of life Stories of this ancient kingdom “The hand that mocked them and the heart that fled”
The island sinks in the darkness My cursed memory slips from Sight, we try to find it It’s what's left that keeps us alive
The air is sick with bloodlust Whither The two doors in the earth lie open for me Trapped in days without sunlight Lost in starless nights
I saw the pain in his eyes He's never looked so sick of this world
The island sinks in the darkness My cursed memory slips from Sight, we try to find it It’s what's left that keeps us aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
