Lost Horizons Of Wisdom 歌词

From the mist evolved the face as old as the soil itself The emperor time yearning inwardly for the fallen realms Deplore what once the pillars were of monuments now gone To the skies i raise my summons of the cancelled ones The ancient woods joined the choir of bemoaning shades The oldest oak bent before the blood from earth's entrails Scattered funeral stars as thousand shrines of fallen glory Thirst of the herd has forced the noble souls into mourning The elders exiled to sail the immerse seas Towards the cold vast caverns of retirement On bereaved hills the gleaming advance temples grew Yet mouldering straightways as ours never did A dissolution overture proceeds Clear within hearing in the darkening halls Hateful scent announces the final Approaching of grim death's harvest Frayed banners risen Heralds of descension of the evening mist The ancient forestland wells of wise lure Once overwhelmed by the giant boulders Emerge in the night's afterglow as a tide of might Rebirth of heathen hammers A precious guest for a lost wisdom Honour, strength, the disturbing swords of compassion failure Spirit, pride, the phantoms of shallow inferior infamy Could the sea turn abounding in springs For the rivers flowing towards their wells Thus regain the empires bygone of long Even unveil the horizon heretofore lost