Текст (слова) песни: Throes of Dawn - Of Scarlet Skies Made

The Heart of the Wanderer
has been sewn into my breast
The Soul of the Hermit
has been blown into my shell
The Icy nails of Misanthropy
are hammered through my chest
to remind me of pain...
of scarlet skies Im made

There in the distance
in the skydance of the sparkles
Heavens flooded with blood
from where I descented
from the forge of the gods

Made to despise yoy all
Each thought a dream of thy end

...the final salvation
Velvet veils upon me set
For thou art, the nails in my flesh
Eternal disease of my soul
Erode me - from this human hell
Grant me - my final steps
towards the glowing red
of scarlet skies made

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Across The Loveless Horizon
Autumn Winds
Binding of the Spirit Onto Earth
Black Carbon Snow
Cosmic Seas
Dreams Of The Black Earth
End Is Silence
Halo Of Flies
Hollow Reflection
Hyperion
Last Rainbow Warrior Is Dead
Master`s Garden
Of Scarlet Skies Made
On Broken Wings Of Despair
Ophelia
Pakkasherra
Quicksilver Clouds
Spring Blooms With Flowers Dead
The Blackend Rainbow
The Destroying Angel
The Hermit
The Night Belongs To Us
The Wanderer
The Warprophet Dreams
The Weeper
The Withering Godess (Of Nature)
Transcendence
Vertigo
Watcher In The Tower
Where Once The Sun Rose
Winter Romance