The darkness wraps its ghostly quilt over the dying land
And but a dingy memory of all that is beautiful in our world is all that remains
In these moments, something tremendously old awakens in the East
And from the depths arises the horror we never dare to mention by name
The darkness wraps its ghostly quilt over the dying land
And but a dingy memory of all that is beautiful in our world is all that remains
In these moments, something tremendously old awakens in the East
And from the depths arisеs the horror we nevеr dare to mention by name