Born Of The Flickering Lyrics - Born Of The Flickering - Old Mans Child

Enthralled into the dustwind 

Crusaders of a lost battle 

Warned by a thorn of war 

Jeweled in their own blood 

Yarns of fugitive elements 

In distance to the thorncastle 

Empire bricks thrown to the soil 

Sharp and poisonous thorns 

Pure it is, like defenseless spring births 

Unpleased by a sudden nightfall 

Turned its back on love and life 

And made it all unpure 

Lovesongs of the dove, seen through 

Time of what he song 

A messenger of the nourishing light 

Were attacked of enemy ravens 

So therefore, it song no more 

Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather 

In the clouds beyond clouds 

Foundation walls of the raising temple 

Prisoners of a time that was 

Promised sentences long before years 

Came to join the hearse that rode 

And will always ride 

In the hearts of them, historical plague