Arum - Idyll Perished Тексты

Desolate fields, the perfect landscape
So cold, so dark, so gray ....
Just the shadow of a coming kingdown
To be built from the ashes of wisdom

The power of the one who transcend the boundaries of life and death

A new world of hate
The creation of an order from chaos
The cradle of reason, of passion,
Of purity, of lust, of pleasure and pain

So i meet my fate at arum's majestic gates
Perished tears i shed
My beloved idyll, that was always inside me

Barren the seed of my hope long forgotten
Drowned im my turmoil of fate
Still i yearn still a mild dream

Gently weeps the rain
Fallen in sorrow
Sullen again, whith dr