Cryptic Tales - When The Edge Aims At Me Тексты

A flock of metal birds
Raked under the darkness
A purple light
Is always near me
When the edge aims at me

I'm the god of this region
All the bones are mine
Obnoi, kat, domencia, slee and min
Guard my gates

When the edge aims at me

A flock of metal birds
Raked under the darkness
A purple light
Is always near me

When the edge aims at me

Hell of blueish grey
Is still around me
All the time
I see dirty bandages
That cover yellow wounds
Horrible lips of the destroyed
Faces are bowing...