Paroles de Paths Untrodden

Paths untrodden Hic omnia habet Mors! Fierce Pestilent Depraved Nature! Their sons they sign Their sons they sign All of them On untrodden paths The matter is chasing you God Balm of oblivion Torch be in his hands Reveal a foil to him Insode is the expedient Close your eyes and rush On untrodden paths Reel into the dusk There's nothing to lose To find her And take her two hands Unbind the leaves of her palms Do paint her second dawn By colours so panting