كلمات Rooted Shadows

A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by The scent of exotic incenses and spices A nomad ritual of mourning for dryads and their sylvan kind Torn from the earth by the fouls ...and as the roaring fire melts away the sadness The cards of fate are cast to the west In a last hope for these green lives Torn from the earth by the fouls A curse upon the emperors and their mighty delusions May the polluted wind rightfully melt the wheels of gold; infect once and for all their corrupted shells ...and let them choke These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry For the pain, for the suffering Cause by clone-minded leprechauns Purse-driven greedy assassins These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time For the pain, for the suffering A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles ...but now comes the Djinn, make a wish...