Whirlwind of Withered Blossoms
It overruns the enraged lands
Surpassed beyond the life bonds
Spitting forth its blizzard of wars
Of wars
Of wars
Of wars
One's belief and effort shall survive this
Search the oldest form of wisdom that has been
Inscribed
By the codex life itself
One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the
Earth
One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the
Earth
Unique is the way that balances our key
To negate the un-living
Extraction
Exclaims the wrath of the valley!
The geyser holes expulse their breaths
Cold emptiness of the enchanted source
That turns the ashes, reducing it to dirt
As the underworld winds teleport the plaque
Upon the gargoyles supposed creation
Creation
Creation
Creation
Withered auras are stolen from their centered
Bodies
An interiorisation blackened gate is born
The arcs fade from their pounding sphere
Feelings vanished out of their world
As hate was created onto their land
Onto their land
Onto their land
Onto their land
Screamed by mouths of the earth
Hurls of bowling are cast from the hollows
That break the sounds in their thoughts
To lose control in themselves
Unbound lividity
Demonized gargoyles art what thou art
To be forever soulless, burning
Then thou are now weak in nature
From the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors
Of the well known bottoms
Bottoms
Bottoms
Well known bottoms
One's blossom revived the whirl-winded vortex
Resurrect from the dryness of the under depths
But few found this reality
By simply reading one's knowledge
In the heart's valley
In the heart's valley
The creators understood the meaning above their way
Leaving behind the winged carrions
To be forever deminished, burning
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
The ancient ones
As forgotten, now
As forgotten, now
As forgotten, now
As forgotten, now
Burning
Burning
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
Now forgotten as
The ancient ones
Autor(es): Jean Francois Dagenais, Maurizio Iacono, Sylvain Maurice Houde