Oathbreaker
Condor Tongue
On the day of my silenceThe galling past broadensMy thoughtsA shred of hope in my skinThe consuming cave must be filledIdle seashore of the mindThe bad moon risesAnd I close my eyesWhen received the cursed scornThese flaws are deemedThe howling wind blowsAnd the lucent lands are glowingGlow below meGlow you give meIdle seashore of the mindThe bad moon rises and I close my eyesThe vulture sings my last songThe lucent moonGlows now tonightThe hounds howlTheir goodbyes tonightAnd I am nearly there
From Letras Mania