Текст песни Old Man`s Child - Born Of The Flickering
Old Man`s Child - Born Of The Flickering слова песни
Enthralled into the dustwindCrusaders of a lost battleWarned by a thorn of warJeweled in their own bloodYarns of fugitive elementsIn distance to the thorncastleEmpire bricks thrown to the soilSharp and poisonous thornsPure it is, like defenseless spring birthsUnpleased by a sudden nightfallTurned its back on love and lifeAnd made it all unpureLovesongs of the dove, seen throughTime of what he songA messenger of the nourishing lightWere attacked of enemy ravensSo therefore, it song no morePearlgate servants, in the end you gatherIn the clouds beyond cloudsFoundation walls of the raising templePrisoners of a time that wasPromised sentences long before yearsCame to join the hearse that rodeAnd will always rideIn the hearts of them, historical plague