Ceremonial Castings - Swallowed By The Aeons Of Time lyrics

rate me

Though I fade slowly

Reclimbing routes of wonder

Barren up, how ?

Only blights, a thousand thunders

Heaven sent, blackness storm

Warren born, the ant of mat

That areth sprained to seakeneth

Blood a stream meant for those foundling

Coming up with frailness

With memories of not-knowing ant

Freedom must be so manic with us

Lord smites, and our bodies are done