Bring on to thy the symbol of resistance Before the sacred tree a sacrifice will halt the gods This barren land that was once known, on the morning of the bright fire it grabs you In a fine threefold way screams have echoed that day for the land that was once known you reap what you sew The forlorn truth of a lesser presence eradicates august compulsion Like an unborn child you cease to linger through the gateways of memory The end it is so near as the purpose of life becomes clear All the blood you shed to get here, it will all mean nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
