Nawaharjan - Throne Of Thorns | Текст песни

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Time and space merge into an unreal world
A light - so pale - beyond in the fog
It's hidden, standing still, silent
No sound touches my ear
No thought dissects my brain
All life ends!
The smell of cold soil corrades my lungs

My heart is frozen into eternal ice

Shadows envelope my thoughts
Spitting pictures of a world far away from life
A new kind of existence is born from the depths

A ghost, wandering the darkness
Through dimensions black and pure
Breeding in my body - I give birth to myself

No wonder in the stream of tides
Not existent - restless
A creature - born again
Far away from human life

And after Aeons of time...
I reign on a throne built from the bodies of dead heroes!

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