Song | The Watchers |
Artist | Place of Skulls |
Album | With Vision |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Born unto a place | |
Carried there from a point in space | |
Behind a distant sun | |
Shrieking winds and shifting sands they hide | |
Twist the golden strands | |
And in the chalice formed this creature man | |
Unto his daughters born | |
The giant's roam and their eyes they shine | |
The years they fled | |
But the tail survived the skin they shed | |
Line of blood alive | |
The words are few and you know they thrive |