Paroles de Descension

Can you see the game from below? Do they have to claim me now? All of their faces creep from the ground Transcend from the brown. Do they scare the dawn away? Do they pave their time? Opacity of a heart so divine A miser's laugh to abide Independence rising form these, denied Forlorn winds caress their minds, denied. Longing for their middle earth They fight for spiritual life Catatonic marches mar their sight These hymns of lost divide Their stars awake to snap those fragile chains, Innocence barred from reality