Amaranthine کے بول

Close your eyes, embrace the silence For your heart shall never feel again Your withered hands, wet with tears But cry not my son, you shall never die Rising cold, the thunders roll in From east to west, encircling in blazing Silence Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages Eternal life awaits Sweet respite, evoking beauty All this time, echoes far from sleep Your lucid mind, frenzied sound And black now your sun, sinking in the skies Rising cold, the thunders roll in From east to west, encircling in blazing Silence Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages Eternal life awaits All I see is the flickering of flames Roaring down stream All I taste is the salt of ancient seas Lay me to rest