"My time hurries back
Where pain gave birth to light.
Where there was no me
In that pale world where is no life.
The inexorable rate of clocks,
Some are standing, others are groaning,
Finding all their slaves,
They will help to bring me back to the darkness…
Their hands froze for a moment,
One step, one twinkling.
Another one became an old man,
Silent
cry and sorrow.
Tired rate, and passing range,
So many years have been taken to grave.
They’ve taken away the past and me,
My day, my last hour, they have been passed."
Crusaders go leaving behind another burnt Slavic jail. Detachment of warriors returning from a campaign on the ashes, sent following the invaders to avenge for their families and their native land. The final slaughter is coming...
Includes unlimited streaming of Black Lakes - "Sorrow" (Album)
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
... more