Pounding through the swirling dust and burning sands With howling winds at his back Spectres of icy breath and fatal hands Race across the welkin of funereal black
And the light of the gods Divides the dark of the night As the sky weeps at the odds Of the doomed in the fight
He feels the yearning in his soul The sacred will of preservation But the inner force of control Propels him towards his ruination
A dreadful clamor echoes from the lonesome hill The cry of a sickly serpent, deafening and shrill
Quaking through the earth we stand upon Unconscious power from spirits is drawn Flashing lights in amethyst and gold Rising smoke above the hill unfolds.
The absolute swirls within itself And the center of creation trembles Unearthly impact fractures the self And remnants are reassembled
Serpent and man, fold into each other Vital forces merge together The last sacrifice of blood and fire An age of chaos now expiresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
