Testo di Salvation

As cinders fade on frosted ground Above the ravens circle round A haunting dirge that embodies misery Walked by spirits at our sides Our graves fated pilgrim shrines Our hopes and fears born out of tragedy Under haunting skies that shroud Our heads bloody but unbowed We salivate for salvation, salvation We are the voice you can't confine The chill crawling down your spine We salivate for salvation With our breath we fan the flames As fog falls o'er time beaten graves With embers aglow on unburthen'd air our voices grow Our liberty in requiem Like sky and stars to prisoned men Our elegy to nepenthe Our mourning sorrow