Our silence slept in a barren tomb on desolate rock in moonlights view Inside what broods would soon consume the light of day through blackened fumes Vultures ripped from their mother’s wombs fly high above the lunar lights to the endless sea of night He was a misunderstood soul with a grin that grew so cold his icy eyes would freeze the world below And through his spiteful tongue a bitter man so young he'd see to it that return to whence they came from Broadsword in his hand across the pits of sand to the kingdom of the sun he would destroy there promised land With leather binding armour and across the putrid desert lands he walked without a fear in thought and blood stained blades in hand For the glory of his will and the essence of his hate for his time is now and time for them is too late I am the lord of night side castles etched in the stone you will find my family’s rites dusks loving hands will impend my mightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
