The Dawn Of Death ( "To mark the arrival of the final hour" / Symphonic Metal | AI Music & Video ) скачать в хорошем качестве

The Dawn Of Death ( "To mark the arrival of the final hour" / Symphonic Metal | AI Music & Video )

Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse] The frost settles on the iron gate Where the grey wolves gather to wait The heavy scent of the turning tide Nowhere left for the sun to hide A crow sits perched on a broken cart Counting the beats of a slowing heart The shadows stretch like fingers of ink Pulling the world across the brink [Pre-Chorus] The lanterns flicker and then they fail The breath turns white behind the veil A final toll from the chapel tower To mark the arrival of the final hour [Chorus] This is the dawn of death The silver mist on the cooling breath The long night blooming in the pale morning sky Where the old illusions go to die The dawn of death is breathing low Over the garden where the thistles grow The great silence waking from its sleep Promises that the darkness meant to keep [Chorus] This is the dawn of death The silver mist on the cooling breath The long night blooming in the pale morning sky Where the old illusions go to die The dawn of death is breathing low Over the garden where the thistles grow The great silence waking from its sleep Promises that the darkness meant to keep [Verse] The farmer leaves his plow in the dirt Heals the ache and the ancient hurt The rivers thicken to a leaden sheen Between the places where we have been No more gravel under the traveling shoe Just the heavy weight of the morning dew The clocks are frozen at a quarter to none Waiting for the arrival of the black sun [Pre-Chorus] The lanterns flicker and then they fail The breath turns white behind the veil A final toll from the chapel tower To mark the arrival of the final hour [Chorus] This is the dawn of death The silver mist on the cooling breath The long night blooming in the pale morning sky Where the old illusions go to die The dawn of death is breathing low Over the garden where the thistles grow The great silence waking from its sleep Promises that the darkness meant to keep [Chorus] This is the dawn of death The silver mist on the cooling breath The long night blooming in the pale morning sky Where the old illusions go to die The dawn of death is breathing low Over the garden where the thistles grow The great silence waking from its sleep Promises that the darkness meant to keep [Outro] #symphonicmetal #gothicskies #gothic #rock #metal #music