Born of the Flickering Songtext
von Old Man’s Child

Enthralled into the dust wind
Crusaders of a lost battle
Warned by a thorn of war
Jeweled in their own blood

Yarns of fugitive elements
In distance to the thorn castle
Empire bricks thrown to the soil
Sharp and poisonous thorns


Pure it is, like defenseless spring births
The unpleased by a sudden nightfall
Turned its back on love and life
And made it all unpure

Love songs of the dove, seen through
The time of what the song
A messenger of the nourishing light
We′re attacked of enemy ravens

Pearl gate 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