Paroles de Prophecy Of The Moth

Walking with the toxic winds Leading the world To end and to new Until the prophecy comes true Walking with the wind Talking without words In a world of change Pure souls will be Feeling pain and holding hand Fighting for a misty fate Sacred heart of truth And hard to foreseen Walking on a lawn of gold Talking to distant souls Drowned in blue seasons An existence to fullfill Let the fears flow To surrender my fate And deny your darkest part For salvation of your heart