The Dawn Of The End


Pale like the skull of the sun

The way of the hunting moon

O storms that reign supreme

The breeze comes whisperin' soon

Strike the flowers' last gleam

In spite of desperate fight, their power

Leave no shores where the torrents stream

Mountains highest hills

Fragments, beheaded formations

The cosmic rivers curse

Denial of all recreation

Wind, Water, Earth, Fire - Invincible!

Autumn-twice, Winter-thrice

River and Rock

A new kingdom rise

I close my eyes