In the Time of Tyrants letra

All that the hand may touch
All that the hand may own
Crumbles beyond time’s clutch
Down to oblivion

Fear not the boasts which wound
Fear not the threats which bind
Always on broken ground
The seeds fall from the mind

Always in darkest loam
A birthday is begun
And from its catacomb
A candle lights the sun

Sorrowful Land - Letras

• A Reminiscence
• Echoes of Endless Silence
• In the Time of Tyrants
• Of Ruins...
• On Another's Sorrow
• Requiescat