talking 'bout Shadows, filling my heart and Swallows chasing the dark I gotta Find you before too long I gotta Tell you what's been going wrong What's been going wrong Talking 'bout Shadows
'bout Shadows, filling my heart and Swallows chasing the dark I gotta Find you before too long I gotta Tell you what's been going wrong What's been going wrong Talking 'bout Shadows
Alguien dijo alguna vez que solo somos sombra y ceniza que seguiremos con ser cuando la mar este vacia Alguien dijo alguna vez que la tierra lloraria
there was light and atomic fission swelling wind and rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shadow traces reminiscent of their last commands
There was light and atomic fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands
We are the children who still can believe We have faith we have hope we have answers In our heart is where we are free So stand alone in the ash of the shadow
our empire has fallen the columns came crashing down faster that children could outrun the shadows drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for
Shadows drift in silence as moonlight floods the floor Highlights corpses strewn in gutters once more The sickening sound of screaming echoes through
pustular cascade ... Soren on the rocks ... Vague justifications ... The crime... A compulsive treason / The original sin I sat myself... My legs feel ash
In the forest there's a stillness which looks like me In every shadow throughout the dark there's my home In every life and in every death you can see
adorned Millennial bloodshed The blood of the dead flows through my veins Embraced in flesh, A thousand souls condemned to ash Empires shall rise amidst the flames Shadows
the ash Pretend to see That your getting to fast Still pretending to be I just feed the flame Every time I walk away, Every word I ever say! Restless, chasing shadows
The black-streak, bag-eyed husbands move waiting to be widowed by the passing of familiar skies and all we've come to know our shadows have my sympathy
the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the
Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival of the vast imperial host settled, ultimately dissipating as the shadows
a shadow) (Must have been a shadow) Can't you see the white ash falling (Must have been a shadow) (Must have been a shadow) Death shall reap a hellish
have passed the tombs of kings, Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings. I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash
