SacrilegiouS Posted May 13, 2006 Report post Posted May 13, 2006 Faith There’s a lonely spot under endless vault Lost in the power of its ancient dreams Charmed by its mighty lights, He is ready for the final assault In the same time magic and weakness, Unforgiven moment that Stands before him, but in his eyes There’s some terrible sickness. Gathering storm is nearly here, All is crushing under its attacks but strength and madness Are shining without any fear… Silhouette stands even when all others are gone, Tears of a mortal and inspiration of the artist Show the purpose of the mortality. In the dust of time history is changing, devastating spells are making new relief And the wind is carring the ruins of the life… Prayer rings in the air, While the ancient warriors are summoning, Last time he hears the names of the old gods. Road that stands before him-road without return, The smell of flame and the touch of eternity, Alone in the pure cold of damn night, Only weapon- power of the wishes… Today he stands without any burden without expectations, without chances. Storm is coming and the faith of the warrior Will stand before it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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