Crimson at the horizon The last of the sunset faded Through orange to yellow A pale watery red
The souls of hollow men Perish at twilight's kingdom Between the idea and the reality Descends the shadow
Persuaded by the coppice gate My soul is misguided The eyes are directed To this darkness
The birth of him Brought the end to one civilization But the end will not ensue Until the soul is expired
Immortality, stupidity and all of our sins Polluting our blackened souls Alive our spirits decaying, painfully without pain The second coming arise
The end is certain This populace will fail His birth completes the cycle Our soul's living Hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
