Текст песни Holy Terror - Distant Calling
Holy Terror - Distant Calling слова песни
Almost the season a time of prophecy for those who knowalmost the reason why the voices of the dead come knowna gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing linePrey to the masses hunted in numbers tortured death divineAnd when you see the light of lightsout of the corner of your eyethen and there you will be fallingunless you answer to your callingEstranged to nocturnal lightIn search for what is known but lost by the timedesperatly clawing deceived as a puppet for a priceservant of the master a watcher of the world until you dierevolving on a never ending journeya glimpse into the gateways of eternityled to the edge then pushed to fallingfor you must answer to your calling