Solemn They Await - A Hymn to the Failing Winds | Текст песни

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The cold nighted sky spews forth the blood of angels.
The night brought winds from archaic,
The last breath of a dying sun.
The cold brought stalkers in the blackness,
In the company of bright angels.

The failing breath of divinity
A hymn to the failing winds.

None may dare wish their final breath,
For to evoke death is to utter the final prayer.

Forever fated to dwell below the lightless sky.
I've foreseen horror which never should have been.

In failing light, windswept dust weaves itself through these lost expanses.

A haunting melody, a dark caress.
A vast horizon darkens, the last breath of a dying sun.

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