Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence. Our lives coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy. We await the future to fulfil our hopes and expectations. But somehow we neglect what the past has brought, to easily we forget.
The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.
Stories and mysteries from olden times, are signs of what will come. The future is a result of the past and present, the legacy of our ancestors carved in stone. Can't we see how its been bleeding? Can't we read the signs from the past? Can't we see how it's all repeating? Consumed by time, what will last?
Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death. Beware of the howling wolf, roaming through night for a pray. The raven stretches its claws, sharpened to attack. Creating a mood of fear, the dreaded griefbringer in black. The sorcery of the night's creatures, an omen of what will come. Lack of faith in olden wisdom, spawns the doom of our lifeform.
The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.
Respect must be earned, while learning comes through listening. By acting what you're taught you respect what has been. Much is told, but more is forgotten. When the tales are ignored, our legacy will rotten.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
