Testo di Maelstrom

This dark hour, futile sow Embers light the sky aflame Blackness bleeds below This dark tower, death bringer To smite the fire in its sleep Weary withered core Is there end to pain? Plains of ruin, heavy clouds Loom among the spires peak Crushing callous weight Wield the will Nature's fury To face the fire in its keep Perish empty pour Is there end to pain?