Text skladby Isle Of The Dead
z alba KHARMIC WHEEL
Autor textu: Petr Olbort
A desperate look in the setting sun
Blackened clouds and sky are melting into a billowing sea
The birds became silent gone in heady scent of cypress trees
Once I'm swallowed by the dark to come
I'll behold the horrors … alone, cold and numb
The paddles hammer to the waves of black
In the rhythm of doom like daemoniac
Carry me… far away… from this void
Pray for me… my demise… to impend
Passing bell… ceased to sound… hope's dead
Grace for me… revive me… at the end
Soon I'm frozen by the silver Moon
Passing bell sound echoes in my mind
full of sorrow, full of woe
Doomed to the barque adrifted into void an isle where life's hard to find