Keen of the Crow - Speaker of the Suns | Текст песни

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Look into these eyes
Deep in my memory
A rapture of the divine
A vision of the gods
An ember to the flame
A seat upon the throne

Oh dreams of atonement at the gates of Elysium
Into the nether realms
This great Nepenthean well

Of dark spirits yearning for the way
For it is the light, the light they seek
The call shall be their guide
From this great divide
Like a speaker of the suns
Yours is the blessed call
The Keen of the Crow

Look into these eyes
Deep in my memory
A rapture of the divine
A vision of the gods

An ember to the flame
A seat upon the throne
For each and every soul
Yearning for the way
For it is the light they seek
The call shall be their guide
Yours is the blessed call
The Keen of the Crow

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