Snarling Of Beasts
This haunting running away
Imagine Ice, the dawning of ages
These ghosts are having their say
Without sudden, unclear intentions
And all-in-all we're the rays
Passed over scarred land moving
We hear the snarling of beasts
We are the power, building the lightning
We are Armageddon
We rise
A beast horns of seven
They die
A battle lies in our wake
Nothing but reason thrown in the ashes
We wash our blood in the lake
Watched over closely, overindulgent
And with a breath here comes sleep
Refused at first, but a welcome companion
We hear the snarling of beasts
Shook for a moment, confused and excited
