Ovid's Withering все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Chaos at the strike of his heel
Behold the great God of the Sea
commander of tempests and master of elements
Pacing the floor of the Galleon trenches awaiting Alcyoneus
And As the rainfall trembled on frosted leaves
In accordance with premonition, he was beckoned, and confronted by a bastard of soil
A mass of filth, rock, and rotting bone
Protruded from the earth, and called out violently

(Pan) - "Kneel before the one wields eternity, or fall to the remnants of a broken empire Give up your lives..and set aside all your doubts."

He pressed forth, but on the third dawn of winter, desire ravaged as he searched for his love. Four sleepless moons had passed..all reminiscing of the night they met..when she bore into his soul. Prometheus, the torchbearer of suffering, hath traveled the edges of earth, to face the god of the wild..

For he was guilty of treason, And kidnapped a woman of heir! Oh how he longed for the touch and the kiss of his angel...

(Prometheus) - "I have had enough Pan non effugiat diem hanc! "Where are you?! This bastard eludes me again and again.. You will not simply disappear this time. This is the end.

Harsh lands lie before him
As he struggles to keep his wit
Malicious thoughts infecting-
Crippling the morale of his spirit
Shattered visions of the fallen begin to transpire..
An awful nostalgia consumes him.
A crooked smile forms..exalting the dead