Deschain - Destruction of Seasons | Текст песни

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Thus the wind blew a hymn
For the weary and forgotten tales of ancient men.
Were told to teach all that you cannot best, that which triumphs war.

I journeyed to the desert, watched empires fall into the dusk.
Asphalt wastelands, exhumed from sight.
Eagles again proud kings of the sky.
And there I took my life’s blood.
To make amends. Spilt upon gravel and dirt.
The Destruction of Seasons
A new rebirth, new innocence.
Extinction is over. The beginning of a brand new end.

I traveled to the ocean. To raise existence out from under the sun.
Falling farther, into the wealth of water.
Slowly fading into dissonance, the cries of the dead fill my head.

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