Great gray king of forests
He feels his pack draw near...
Bound in endless slumber for a thousand years by...
Prophecy fortells this day she rises from the...
A North Wind ghosts, severe, through exalted tombs...
In a wasteland stricken badly by an all-consuming...
My eyes hurt, a painful reflection,
it's a state of art, my fantastic imagination...
Walking slowly home in the midnight sun,
walking along the river where to blood runs...
I don't see anything
In this broken world worth seeing...
I wasn't always so misled"
I believed in those who kept me fed...
While walking on the edge of the riverbank,
the riverbank shaped as a tank...
For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid...no one knew...
Conduit par le desire de conquerir et de controle
mene par le vent qui souffle tout et qui s'envole...
I live my life in fairy tales
with evil power-hungry kings...
I am a fallen angel,
Fouled by regret and hate...