Obsolete Tears

Mighty forests speakof tales that have fallen into oblivion.Shadows of ancient mountainsis reflecting the past.On the shores of infinityI crawl in the bleeding froth,where traces of my forefathersstill are visible after their wanderingtowards the unknown.Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom.I know the past ancient intelligenceof supreme black artsBehold what eternity shows our mortal eyes,violet gleams upon the nightsky.I cry the obsolete tears.Mighty forests speakof tales that have fallen into oblivion.Shadows of ancient mountainsis reflecting the past.On the shores of infinityI crawl in the bleeding froth,where traces of my forefathersstill are visible after their wanderingtowards the unknown.In to the silent desolate dead spheresechoes of wisdom, nothing but tearsburied in monuments of purest gold.Secrets of the universe oh so old.Into the midst of the elder ones lair,spiritual wisdom floats in the air.The portal is open,leave the mortal life behind.The unknown is known,incredible thoughts.Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom.I know the past ancient intelligenceof supreme black artsBehold what eternity shows our mortal eyes,violet gleams upon the nightsky.I cry the obsolete tears.