I have stained this land with blood Knowing not the effects the drought nor the black. Restore life to this barren land
In the first hideous seconds arriving in this place of darkness, the whistling and whispers arose. Soon after rose the unquenchable flames. The unquenchable flames which enveloped the sound and muted the calls. Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash, I will find my way out of the raging circle. From the Hymns I have strayed. And on the darkest shore... And in the death of me I will. I will Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash, I will find my way out of the raging circle.
And on the darkest shore, I will obtain an undying presence Undying presence Do you hear it? The symphony of pain The crashing of waves and the glitter of rain. It surrounds us as we sleep but overwhelming is it's hold. For there is no escape whether woken or adrift into that hellish dream. There is no escape. The tides rise to obscure the moonlight gleam. I will not lay motionless in the heart of the wildfire. Through searing skin and blaring cries this war will not bring forth my end. When the clocks strike upon my escape there will be a looming nightfall above the heads of the wicked. A vengeance so cold it cripples their legs and makes paste of their bodies. The beast and the hunter.
Let me live Let me die Let me hold the one divine I just want to go where the rain falls from the highest. Let me live Let me die Let me hold the one divine I just want to go where the rain fallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
