The Plains Of San Augustin letra

Head bowed irreverently with the cold blade resting on my neck.
Quiet time, tow the line, a time and place for everything.
"There is a season," "a time to die,"
and the word games end as the clock thunders by, and the rain sears this pain as my streams keep running dry.

Minsk - Letras

• Almitra's Premonition
• As The City Burns
• Bloodletting And Forgetting
• Boreas
• Ceremony Ek Stasis
• Consumed By Horizons Of Fire
• Crescent Mirror
• Embers
• Holy Flower Of The North Star
• Means To An End
• Narcotics And Dissecting Knives
• Pisgah
• Requiem: From Substance To Silence
• The Orphans Of Piety
• The Plains Of San Augustin
• The Shore Of Transcendence
• The Time Ek Stasis
• The White Wings Of Death Scatter Our Days
• Three Hours
• Three Moons
• Waging War On The Forevers
• White Wings
• Wisp Of Tow