Borknagar - The Dawn Of The End |
The Dawn Of The End
Borknagar Pale like the skull of the sun The way of the hunting moon O storms that reign supreme The breeze comes whisperin' soon Strike the flowers' last gleam In spite of desperate fight, their power Leave no shores where the torrents stream Mountains highest hills Fragments, beheaded formations The cosmic rivers curse Denial of all recreation Wind, Water, Earth, Fire AutumnRiver and Rock A new kingdom rise I close my eyes |