Это я, отрицавший тирана не за то, что он зверь и вандал, а за то, что он глуп. (с)М.Щ. Мэджикарп Антон смотрит на людей с интересом
текстLife’s breath In the Candle light Lost Hearts In the dead of night It’s a long way down To the place they found Dark sun Hollowed by the fate Our debt They left to be paid See the blackness stare Promising to spare The chosen Born of graves and left below Painted ashes, painted snow When the Dark awakens Fires of our last hope are getting low Souls of gods and Souls of Men Meet in Cinders to ascend Fate has chosen And our Fading Light is at its end I’ve a tale that time has lost Scenes of judgement, born in frost Then he took a name For the one profaned Know the dark and let it rest Left to lurkers in their quest Let the watchers fight Let the Blood ignite The chosen Born of graves and left below Painted ashes, painted snow When the Dark awakens Fires of our last hope are getting low Souls of gods and Souls of Men Meet in Cinders to ascend Fate has chosen And our Fading Light is at its end Souls to revive us Or rot us away Want for the weary And Death for the sane Cursed yet we listen for bells left to toll To fight back the depths Of Humanity’s soul For the Unkindled We look to the sun Cities in gold All the victories one Fear not the dark Nor the monsters my friend And brace for the feast Of Humanity’s end Born of graves and left below Painted ashes, painted snow When the Dark awakens Fires of our last hope are getting low Souls of gods and Souls of Men Meet in Cinders to ascend Fate has chosen And our Fading Light is at its end