Paroles:
April Ethereal Al Azif

On a sun burned plain Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins Of the city of columns where No man has ever lived I stand in the middle of the

I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the

He is beside skulked not hidden He looks and listens for the omen of the right time To open the gates for them... He is not a guard of the gate He