Dead night comes near This is the fear of being forgotten Dead night can't hear Swallowing the stench of something rotten
In a construct of emptiness Iron skeletons of dead giants And here comes the last living soul Which will vanish without a trace
Sentinel of the dead The last thousand years will come to an end Close the gates, make it end Cover me with rust and mute my lament
For the loneliness tears my heart Kills my anguish, murders my angst And a final storm of dust Sweeps what has been us And a final storm of dust sweeps us Into the mouth of the dead city sleeperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
