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From the depths of ages, with roaring drums
Comes the voice of ancient legends.
The gnashing voices of the dead
That try to sing the tale...
Here, surrounded by memories,
Under thousands of eyes.
Between faces twisted in agony
I reminisce the fall...
Healing of the soul - is the way,
I have crossed all the roads,
Pillaged all the sages
And always remained a fool.
I...
Cursed! By the Bonethrone!
My friends and foes left me.
And the empire fell.
In an attempt to become the saviour
I have lost myself,
One leprous soul
Turned to be the flame of agony.
Healing of the flesh - is the way,
I have passed all the roads.
Denounced all the sinners,
And remained stained in blood.
Hordes of icy ravens enter the dream
Filling the halls and dungeons
Behind the darkness of wings I can't see the Moon,
My nights turning into nightmares...
"OUR KING!
Cursed! By the Bonethrone!"
I've denounced all the sinners,
And remained stained in blood.
In an attempt to become the saviour
I have lost myself
Face to face with eternity...
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The streams of life - a clenched fist,
They crawl throuth the flowing dust.
Down, to the threshold of night,
Under the forest and mountains porch.
The shapes are melting, the faces twist,
A storm is born in the skies
Omnipotence became powerless,
The sword crashed down on the stairs.
He collapsed from fear,
Fell in the ashes of his troops.
Down, away from darkness,
But it embraces him.
The streams of life - a clenched fist,
The tower's glass tears my face.
It hits the ground, into the dark,
It embraces my remains...
And takes away into the depths. I am cursed.
A black ravens storm, on the wings of night
Raises my soul into an eternity of ash,
Under the weight of sin, it withers away...
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