Beyond a ridgeline, A row of mountain fangs, There lies a tower of carnal despair. Deep within a haunted part of the plains, Erected aeons ago - by beasts that no longer crawl the earth.
"It calls us forth." As though it reads our every waking thoughts, We shamble through thorned vines, To reach this monument of forgotten ages. With hands clasped tightly, We step forth into the dark unknowns, The brooding eyes of the forest we left behind, Turn their thoughts to those of loss.
We hear winter beat it's hand to the door, Leaving us behind.
We make our homes within these decrepit walls, Sanctuary is our pact of kinship. Broken only by truths the walls begin to whisper, Alone I am here - beneath the weeping stars A Skeletal throne my only tainted comfort, As it resides your spirit and my company.
In the bleakest night time, You hear the spectral wolves cry out, In the light they weep, As you wither away...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
