A Redness behind the east crest I Cherish the last rays of this mournful day Night spirits are whispering truths Lost chants about death and life.
I gaze this black eternity at my will Inhale it to fulfill my lungs. This night woodland is my home now, I'll enshrine it till the day I will breath no more.
“ …and so I gaze upon it all, By my throne built from weakness. I feel the soreness of my soul, But I’ll stand there and wait alone.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
