Epochalypse
Borknagar
Текст песни
Children, behold the elders falling Hear nature chime, the widow calling See that moldered face, once gazing Throughout horizons, throughout seasons Men, behold the nature tolling Hear the depravity of man See the sunshine blurring, once sharp and gleaming Throughout winters, throughout summers Nature, the venomous path of man The existential gravity, the blinder of light Bestride the glimpse of the sun Instinctively oppose the harvester of light Elders, hear the mountains calling Behold the certainty, the leaves of future falling See the downfall in midst of the havoc Throughout ages, throughout generations Nature, the venomous path of man The existential gravity, the blinder of light Mankind, bestride the glimpse of the Sun Instinctively oppose, the harvester of light Dwelling the night towards further sight I am the earthling, bearer of the past I am the earthling, dwelling the presence I am the earthling, exploring the future vast I am the weaver of the sun I am the earthling I am the earthling I am the earthling, I am the weaver of the sun I am the earthling I am the earthling I am the earthling, I am the weaver of the sun
