Текст песни Dying Breed

Forget your body for your soul Like cradle of your flesh Web of years spinning round Your altar will be crashed With colors of the night From virgin mother's lap We never die Saving silence of years In maiden's whisper Waking sad souls from dust We never regret Neither dead, neither alive Your dry lap still survives Barren harvest from your vein My sorrow is your pain Ashes wash away your face Like ruins from embrance Resurrection