Obruthion Journey Across The Neverending
CLEAN:
The colours of the sky have darkened
The hammer has been raised
to set punishment upon the Horde the here dwells.
No signs, no marks anymore,
Nothing shall signify the abandoned ones.
Landscapes shall speak for themselves,
Draw the lines for knowledge not known by man.
Along, side by side with the streams,
when the time comes they won't even know.
CLEAN:
Long time has passed,
Understanding lost has raised once again from its
grave.
Buried in the lies of fools.
The truth didn't disappear, it was just forgotten
under the dark cloudy sky of despair.
The rain can at last be heard,
in the guidance of the two ravens,
in the words of an old bearded man,
in the ancient marks carved in blood.
It is in the hands of The oldest
three to decide what it is to come..
The answers are never hidden from those
who know where to begin the search.
CLEAN:
The rain can at last be heard in the guidance of the
two ravens!
