Текст песни Arcana, Pt. 1 - Iron Age

Arcana, Pt. 1

Our fate’s a curse immemorial
Our grave’s this shunned timeless sphere
Nourish the void in our being, the unclean soul
An unborn hope
You will know more
In a desert of aether
Colors will merge
On the Threshold Of All
The terrible vistas imagined
Are becoming real, a promised waste
Approaching the barrens ahead us
They mirrored an age of futile search
You will know more
In a desert of aether
Colors will merge
On the Threshold Of All
The Overflowing Chalice
The Altered Flame
Become One, Giver and Thief