paroles de chanson Silver Wings - Pallbearer

Silver wings circle
Portents of a strange past returning
Over bones of crippled behemoths
I tread through the mire
In the mists, I can feel it
Looming as a vulture
Eyes fall upon me
Searching, shifting in judgement
So small, so weak...
Pale in the dimming light of æons
Near the river, I see it
Jet black and silent
Approaching, I′m diminished
By mysteries of 10,000 ages
I cannot remember
From where I came
And I cannot remember
Who I once was
The slow march of time
Turns even the greatest of triumphs
To nothing
Nothing more than sand
Washed into the infinite sea