Текст песни 08 - The Elysian Fields - The Entreaty Unsung

The fulfillments of my endeavours
Upon which I find horizons
Come forward and uncover
...purity unfailing...

...unfailing...

My entreaty is unsung no more

Woe unto ourselves
And weakness for our gods
Descending erevos
And black stars arise

On behalf of the wept ones
May be hosted by your presence

For thine is the wealth of souls
And the wisdom of the spirits
For thine is the fire
The illuminated's sceptre

I shall wipe all blood from my eyes
The tears of my shame

I acknowledge our unity

The promise has been made

Woe unto ourselves
And weakness for our gods
Descending erevos
And black stars arise