Текст песни 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
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