Eos Songtext
von Stagwounder

Alive,
breathing
but lost and forlorn.
Hindsight.
Memories stinging like thorns.


Up on his tower high
Lord of moths sleeps with open eyes.
We bring his cult to life -
A liquid light that shines inside.

Death rites,
pounding drums and ram′s horns.
Betide!
You can hear the winds mourn.

Near light waiting to be reborn.
Near light waiting to be reborn.
Near light waiting to be reborn.
Near light waiting to be reborn.