What brings you here, amidst stone and rot To this temple of memory; my prison of rocks Have you come to gaze? Have you come to scorn This dungeon of pain holds no rewards
I have nothing. I've lost it all A bleak existence in this harrowed hall Once a master of the craft of sound I'm slave to this body; this iron wound
What light remains of my sunken kin Is left here to wither as immoral sin You want I sing of wonders ago But I can speak of naught but woe Of naught but woe Of naught but woe
When war was at hand, I was not in their score Now memories fade in a mist of regret I came home to find. that my kind was no more Alone I searched for the clues to their fate
Through madness I crawled like a beast in the maw Of death, sweet surrender; lost in fog
That which remains of my last feeble joy Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed That which remains of my last feeble joy Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
Immortality squandered on prideful lords In golden cities, metal, steam Fine enchantments tampering in myths unborn In genius made calamity Once hanging gardens of forgotten lore The folly of mortals and Mer Now ruins of hubris and death evermoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
