Авторы: Hour of Penance
A voice from above. Before dark waters we stand Beneath leaden sky we walk. The day that lied just in our dreams takes its form, as we slowly fall. Ethereal dawn Cerberus! Three tongues of condemnation, disenchantment. Lost in a one-way maze. Searching for you. We face the Phantom God that mesmerized our dreams, he who showed the hell before and broke the spell with fear with disenchantment made by death. Becoming dust, We leave behind our cries of mercy. We're now possessed, we're free. Dust is what we've been. Dust is what he breathes. Dust is what we've been. Dust is what he breathes.