Ved Buens Ende Carrier Of Wounds текст песни, слова песни Carrier Of Wounds Ved Buens Ende
Ved Buens Ende - Carrier Of Wounds
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end.
A wanderer I am indeed...
...the son of the moon...
and I will carry mountains soon.
A burden I was for those who woke the sun.
I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes.
Forgiven I never was.
But I will carry mountains soon.
A burden, is it not?
Kneeling I chose my faith,
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