Tiarnia Songtext
von Profetus

There′s no other world than this
And the weakest branches
Take my fingers
From the forest floor
And the darkest of the years
After the pouring rain
I sat on the mossy stone
And the darkness dawns The world becomes a buried state
Pouring like rain and spews on the rock
Nothing else exists and her words
And the spirals bend
And she dissectsThe drops like clouds
They travel over the largest scarlet belt
Flows rapidly like dry mountains
I heard drums in my ears ringing and I heard the sounds of this world