October Falls - III | Текст песни

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• October Falls
• III

The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void
Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration

These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom
Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end

The endless piles of ash, the stones gathered as one
The streams of fire, casting the frames for tomorrow

The utmost ageless wisdom, reborn through the flames
The vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising

A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness

Ascent - The wolves of tomorrow
Reborn - The wombs of primordial nature