Sarastus

There's an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity And a chained, primordial nature unleashed From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below Wit

The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded The yesterdays are hailed with open arms Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead No blood will be shed for the fallen, no seeds wil