Elend
A Song Of Ashes
Onde de sang, vent ardent.
I rolled like the sand
the water
unfurls.
We are the everdead, the spark in the air.
Dust and water,
The blood of the harvest
And aimless on those muddy fields,
We wandered all night.
from the pyres draw a solemn temple:
We have reached the altar.
Les corps n;en finissent pas de bruler.
From Letras Mania