Triddana Born In The Dark Age
I saw a hawk willing to fly under blackened skies holding against a storm that came and's not turning back I head a cry fading out in the thickest numbness Warning all of us never to be swallowen up by the void
Born in the dark age - With their fallen souls, fallen souls Ist in the dark age...that we drift on our own Will we ever spread our wings of gold over the landscape... And restore what's lost
Loners in packs, filling the streets, see through lifeless eyes Aching for coins, dullness resets with each passing sun... Stumbling their wat over bodies dead or dying... Screawed to a routine that is able to squeeze the most of our souls
I heard a cry fading out in the thickest numbness Warning all of us never to be swallowed up by the void
