Текст (слова) песни: Thy Primordial - Mere Are They

The tomb of man is the splendour of death

Trod their ways, walk the accursed path
Swirl towards the dying
For death the ultimate reality
Hides the claws which well can be used

With a mask of will
A recollecting mask
Of how learning to spread the wings
To feel the soul
To unmake old realms
To plague the world of man

Raised like dust but fleshed as no dust is
Awaiting redemption of dark ways
Yet what keeps me here is what glows beyond
That of malice which quiver when touched

The tomb of man is the splendour of death

I haul the black future towards us
Though leaving no traces in the corner of dawn
The aged earth aghast
Its ceaseless roaring ever fills the timeless skies
Yet leaving no traces in the corner of dawn
Другие песни Thy Primordial:

Ceased To Decay
Disguised As Beings Of Light
Ex Opere Operain
Mere Are They
The Dead Live Shining Crown Of Night
The Enigma Of The Fall
The Heresy Of An Age Of Reason
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