Reaching up to a gloomy sky with hands that stink of death crawling across the windswept plain to draw one final breath shouting out defiant rhymes an archaic war raging still
As the night falling on the ghastly fields veiling a scarlet river cross the plain
The rising crescendo of soldier footsteps each regiment falling in stages the clanking armors breathe so heavy a silent moment passing still a gentle breeze moving through the air
Bodies sprawling like fields of wheat weapons flashing and blood marching for wards
Lifeless eyes staring out as the cold wind blows in the still of the night, a gentle sleep remained unbent a channeled homage for life, unrivaled by dissent reach morning, before the sun, awoke something else..
Bodies sprawling like fields of wheat weapons flashing and blood marching for wards
Dissolving the ground into red mud the air is heavy with the scent of death as the sun sets, red glow bursts, Darkness enclosing cutting off the sight, fading away
Hail to the fire, earth, water, and air taking back the elements to the ground. expoding despair, yearning hearts, shattered souls, a dying of nostalgia, caged in bitter cold, seize the treacherous night, farewell forever.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
