Atrox
Unsummoned
Now is the third season
The season I don't long
Cause it is here
And you are gone You were the Incubus
Who raped my sleeping mind Awake - pain was the master
I crawled in a chasm But now
Unsown seeds germinate
Unplanted trees bear fruits The spell is broken
Unsummoned reveries gather
Unwinged thoughts fly Wind rapidly swings its arms
Takes fruits from the trees
And flings them away But what's ripe falls
Nevertheless
To the ground
From Letras Mania