كلمات Blood Cracks Open The Ground

At the gate of nightfall With the sword of ages Comes the spring of darkness On the plains of nowhere Blood runs hot with my buried fathers Screams Wounds Scars Tombs Will to stand (To) stand alone Face the loss Face the glory Now River runs down the upstream Light forcing its way, through the surface Anarcy and free will Thus spoke the elders Blood cracks open the ground Ravens flee Pitch black Another mind Another dawn Blood cracks open the ground Distant roars Dying stars Fading blades Never forget At the gate of nightfall With the sword of ages Comes the spring of darkness On the plains of nowhere Blood runs hot with my buried fathers