Like cold rain that erode all things The voice that whispers in my dreams The things that lay below the earth and sea They are the evil spirits They are the burning pain They ride over the mountains of sunset And on the mountain of dawn they cry
From a time before time The land beyond the stars Arrived the ancient ones Their words are unwrit Their shapes are all shapes They are the ancient ones
...And they are everywhere...
The desolate places where their rites are performed The lands here and the lands between the lands In spaces no man has ever walked The country from whence no traveler returnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
