Howl. Prepare ye, for the roads ahead Howl. They come for your kin in the night Howl. Liberties of a forgotten era decay by your bedside Rivers of fire pave the land
Howl, as you watch your kingdom decay Sceptres of gold reflect the size of their swarm Decemation of a nation ensured
Left behind by your gods You feel my hand on your soul Retributions you seek, given none
Left behind with rage Consumed by hunger Broken, wishing upon stars Its too late
Your body wilts Your mind rots Roots take hold, recycled by nature An imagine appears in whats left of your mind
Then the object of your life The whispers of immortality Appears just out of grasp
A golden whale carries it off, into the ocean Your last desire is dragged to a distant shore
Forever mocking your futile journey
Howl. Prepare ye, for the roads ahead Howl. They come for your kin in the night Howl. Liberties of a forgotten era decay by your bedside Rivers of fire pave the landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
