I letra

he feels a shudder down the death knell and knows

fields she roamed for a while
they thirst
stained crimson
thrown down
by what once grew green beneath her feet

she lies there alone
last of an old world torn

with darkness gathering
deepening - drowning
shadows settle
silence covers
thief cast away
refuge exiled
here she stayed
in a spring bled dry
and this summer dead

nothing stirs the air any longer
as, by the grace of night
a spell is lifted

leaves to ash
soil, root, thorn
curse, hurt, cu, scar, gaping wound
sworn moon, sun, stars, silent sky
the entchantment of life ended

Nucleus Torn - Letras

• Close
• Glass Spirit
• I
• II
• III
• Peregrina Sublime
• Summer Bled
• The Sunclad
• Traveller's Rest