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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.
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.