Dawn of Relic - Chapter I - Throes Matrix :Scions Of The Blackened Soil dalszöveg

Wind ! fear these mad signs 
Scions of the blackened soil 
Fear! lay your arms over 
far over this haunted ground 

Fire ! hear my screams of fear 
Close your womb and hold 'em in 

I have feared those dreams so deadly 
Every night when moon is cold 
Staring through the time and reason 
To Radath that lies vast and lorn 

The moons watch is over 
Sun tears the painting away 
Seas colour the black skies 
The window of madness soon veiled