Text Písně: December Flower - In Flames

Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama
you are the artist and the texture
that plays with the mantle of the Earth

When the bleakest of powders
lie rooted to the starched stones
and roots that feed the peaking trees
embrace the sleeping shores

Archaic pearls of sleep and death
the voice of December losing its breath
and the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted

White as the down of flaking snow,
the heroic emblems of life

Green is the color of my death
as the winter-guise I swoop towards teh ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing

We are In Flames,
towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
the alters the mantle of the Earth

Další písničky hudební skupiny In Flames:

In Flames - Wayfaerer
In Flames - Jotun
In Flames - Food For The Gods
In Flames - Gyroscope
In Flames - The Hive

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny In Flames:

In Flames - The Mirror's Truth
In Flames - Eraser
In Flames - Tilt
In Flames - Abnegation
In Flames - F(r)iend