Sorcier des Glaces - Ritual of the End - The Frozen Sword of Midnight | Текст песни

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• Sorcier des Glaces - Ritual of the End
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All these thousand deaths of promises
Are but one to form our waste, our torture
Our vast impotense, our deepest abyss within
The frozen sword of midnight

Into the last gleams of the dying light
The cries are emplifying
And that obscure nostalgy of what once was
We are all lost
The wind rises in the emptiness
To clean the unpure will of men
The wind that blew away the ages

The frozen sword of midnight,
The strongest, the coldest
We are all lost now
Awaiting the total darkness over the earth

All these million eyes so aggrieved, so cold
From the land under, beholding a bloodred sky
Our numb existence, our deepest failure
The frozen sword of midnight

Our time has come

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