Letras
What is this wolven mind with which ye gaze?
Your wielding's, now our spirits cleave
Yet keep away from us the visions
That from the skies hath come to thee
That we in prison must in sorrow
Sit and plot the sun's true course
When then to us the lords of all
May not the light of life disclose
Must we be then a world's protector?
To those whose minds are weak, unfree
Then shall this make us all here worthy?
To those whom the truth has been concealed
Could now to us a bright sun sendeth
Shine for those who long ago
Were vapour covered, swathed in darkness
Begotten, in unending night
Yet death's dark shadow still endures
For we who humbly still abide
To this narrowed land, truths speaketh
Which once for men were clear of mind
In Darkness Begotten
In Darkness