The Roots of Grief
I walk towards the roots of sorrow
I seek the land of the forgotten ones
I wander in the endless desert of time
I drown in the quicksand, I suffocate and die
I fall into depths below space and existence
I reach the infinity, I deny the lies
I replace the reality with my own truth
I drown in the quicksand, I suffocate and die
My lungs filled with dust, I cannot breath I cannot scream
My mouth full of sand, I cannot speak is this a dream?
I walk in the haze, are these the roots of grief
I listen and feel, under the pressure I won't kneel
I stand next to walls and smell the stench of a corpse
I realize it is me, lying dead with rotting bones
I followed my path, I see the reason why I'm here
I have chosen to be free, the gods of men I will defeat
I will not live to tell a tale, I'll face the death, I will not bend
With my end I will seal their fate forever
My lungs filled with dust, I cannot breath I cannot scream
My mouth full of sand, I cannot speak is this a dream?
Autor(es): Mormant de Snagov
