Withered by dark - Ария - Меченый злом

Вдохновлено Warhammer FB/AOS.

It's war riding upon winds are gore, kneads ash of men with dust
It's crow mournful bird of broken hope over the head of my
Timeline is snake squeezing around itself
In archives of death someone writes down my tale

Soul left slaughtered bones but still has no rest
I should like to keep breath of life in chest
Carrying candlelights on the edge of dark
I was armoured hard by eternal light

They come - vulturous birds of darkling gods to tear our souls apart
They fly over edges of world we know for savage hordes to come
Doomsday's too close riding upon nude bones
In time to die will be the part of my

You hail the Dark, and with his mark
Your face was carved, now no lair you can hide
Withered by dark has hollow heart
Dozen with fear, now you're falling apart

Dark flies above, wind sounds like moan
Now face a power that greets you with scorn
Echoing till bones voice sounds like growl:
"Can you realize - now I'm after your soul!"

Withered by dark, keeping his mark
Face it - I'm one who will slaughter you down!

15/07/2020