Time surges as the rain seeks to overwhelm the earth Its caress implores me to return. Dripping and soaking me, its bitter bouquet dictates a final decision.
To subsist, a chimera shall be forgotten. To survive, a Utopia has to be buried
A desire to feel this ease again. A craving to handle my fenced realm.
To cease or to remain…
To allow the shame of abandon. To vacate and live with this guilt. Remorse lulled by a stigma of disgrace. I have buried my friends and I'm not willing to embrace Death again. The claws of the Dark Lady have not yet chosen me.
Honor, Renown, Mortal, Glory, Legend, Leader. I foresee an humble destiny. A prophecy of a celestial city. The domains of gods will be thy rest eternally. Thy name shall be remembered endlessly.
I choose the glory I accept my fate Valhalla is close to me I will soon open its gatesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
