
Date of issue: 12.07.1997
Song language: English
Born Of The Flickering |
Enthralled into the dustwind |
Crusaders of a lost battle |
Warned by a thorn of war |
Jeweled in their own blood |
Yarns of fugitive elements |
In distance to the thorncastle |
Empire bricks thrown to the soil |
Sharp and poisonous thorns |
Pure it is, like defenseless spring births |
Unpleased by a sudden nightfall |
Turned its back on love and life |
And made it all unpure |
Lovesongs of the dove, seen through |
Time of what he song |
A messenger of the nourishing light |
Were attacked of enemy ravens |
So therefore, it song no more |
Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather |
In the clouds beyond clouds |
Foundation walls of the raising temple |
Prisoners of a time that was |
Promised sentences long before years |
Came to join the hearse that rode |
And will always ride |
In the hearts of them, historical plague |