Drowning, embittered, forever choking, soul worn in tatters. "I will not fucking die." The Prisoners mantra.
"Once again we cannot kill you. You are freed." Their heart hears the message, lights the beacon, and the body obeys.
The halo strangling them endlessly shatters and they surface from the cell neath the waters.
The Prisoner becomes the Rapturous Exiled.
Tired leaden strides lead them onward out of that miserable place. The pallid soulless wretches with their own knives embedded into their eyes, who are told they've succeeded in life, gaze out of their prison towers, and as The Exiled presses on they feel lighter with every step away from those marble walls. We can see the end of the storm...
"The road goes ever on, my friends I hope you're still there"
They were always there waiting, they never gave up hope. The Exiled is welcomed with open arms and familiar smiles. The horrors they've each endured dwindle in the light of one another.
"We are here,
We're aeonian armor, on our own we're tired apparitions, together we crush mountains like anthills. Alone we thirst, together we drink oceans dry."
"You all are my reason to carry on."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
