Tezarchaeon - Journey Through The Woodlands At Eventide Тексты

An encounter of natures darkness
my journey through the woodlands to Golitha
at the period of eventide
The cold chill of the air
as it changes from light to dark
fills me with darkened emotions

The once green leaves of light
turn slowly into a canopy
of black spirits of darkness
Their arms reaching to the sky
attempting to pluck angels from heaven
in their peaceful sleep