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• Artiste: Throes Of Dawn
• Titre: The Withering Goddess (Of Nature)
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I found my Way into the heart of the forest where the early mornings dew still rested upon the sleepy grass Where the evergreen trees sleep their enchanted dreams Echoes of grief and sorrow in the air of this forest The taste of your bitterness in the spring waters Thy anguish I hear in the words of the winds Wounded Immortal - the withering goddess of nature Thy glory denied by those of the light until the lands bear a rotten fruit Until the storms reap nations Every man and every woman is a scar in thy astral body of goddess Thy presence was a shadow on the path of the light They took thy kingdom away, But their light has grown dim Their god has long ago withered release the darkness of thy heart Until no man in thy kingdom walks ...and thus, summon the storms of plague, the winter endless, death the bitterest... Together we ride to the storms of war until the storms reap nations until the lands bear rotten fruits until no man stands in thy kingdom of glory