Faces In The Walls – Cales – letras

Roar of wars was covered by the heavy cloak of dustNoises of steel reins were broken in echoesAir sweetened with bloodPagan rabbleFallen under the flag of antiquity.I like to breath in and I devour greedilyEach little drop of the times passed awayTimes of blood and of primary love as well.In the evening falling into dark I speak to faces in the wallsThey are much older than we are willing to understandAnd also stronger than us, time and the power of oblivionThey are engraved into walls by songs from universe.I like to listen to the narration of the endless labyrinth of horrorAnd at the same time I feel the most material and intoxicating power oftimesWith which I feel to be bound.