Mighty forests speak
of tales that have fallen into oblivion.
Shadows of ancient mountains
is reflecting the past.
On
the shores of infinity
I crawl in the bleeding froth,
where traces of my forefathers
still are visible after their
wandering
towards the unknown.
Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom.
I know the past ancient intelligence
of supreme black
arts
Behold what eternity shows our mortal eyes,
violet gleams upon the nightsky.
I cry the obsolete tears.
Mighty forests
speak
of tales that have fallen into oblivion.
Shadows of ancient mountains
is reflecting the past.
On the shores of
infinity
I crawl in the bleeding froth,
where traces of my forefathers
still are visible after their wandering
towards the
unknown.
In to the silent desolate dead spheres
echoes of wisdom, nothing but tears
buried in monuments of purest
gold.
Secrets of the universe oh so old.
Into the midst of the elder ones lair,
spiritual wisdom floats in the air.
The
portal is open,
leave the mortal life behind.
The unknown is known,
incredible thoughts.
Obsolete tears and forgotten
wisdom.
I know the past ancient intelligence
of supreme black arts
Behold what eternity shows our mortal eyes,
violet gleams
upon the nightsky.
I cry the obsolete tears.