Through the well-known gates of stone I come to face my truest fate. Why am I here is yet unknown, An exile of a lost and withered state.
The feeble blood was shed, The rot of speeches and decay. Sunlight beams are lying dead In the shadow of the god of clay.
Only weakness makes the circle shut, Yet still it can be broken By the one who’s soul was brought Among the hollowed and unspoken.
And I shall enter the final flame With arms stretched like on a cross. The sun in spring the people fame, Being turned to ash – my only loss…
But I shall leave into the Dark, With my faithful servants horde. I hear voices, hear them mark My return as the true Dark Lord. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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