Text Písně: Wrists Of Kings - Isis

Now our blood
Travels though the
veins of our
history

It bursts forth them
Boiling black
clouds from the wrists of kings

The shadow
Lengthens as
time draws on its tendrils

Creep into mythic cracks
blending with the light of day

We see it
Now Before us
But even so we cannot
Read the lies between the lines

Bring them nothing
They have
Made it's way
The nights

Další písničky hudební skupiny Isis:

Isis - Not In Rivers, But In Drops
Isis - Dulcinea
Isis - Over Root And Thorn
Isis - 1000 Shards
Isis - Holy Tears

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Isis:

Isis - Hym
Isis - Constructing Towers
Isis - Hall Of The Dead
Isis - Ghost Key
Isis - Hand Of The Host