Текст песни
Wrapped in earth broken down the rule of time
Swallowed by the dark divine
The texts of old, the works of those who in the end shine
What is lost we will find
The shape of a life's time the knot unties and shows its end
The center moves the spirals breathe
The senses are dead you push ahead but cannot see
Can't look back above the deep
This tidal wind keeps blowing
It cuts me to the bone
And all these thoughts keep feeding
Though just as cold as stone
The body stains the wheel you pay the warning now
Under a burning mass of red
The heavy faith those who create will never die
What's ever lost possessed the thread
This tapestry of chaos
Woven into the skies
The gods of ancient ages
A god that we despise