Groza IV Songtext
von Mgła

The valley of judg′ment
The forest of olde
Where'd come the dread presence
So knowne afore

Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes
Hast thou witnes′d a shepherd feed on his flocke?

The virtues of loss
The hymnes of decay
Dost thou have faith now
O dearest friend


And dost thou now doubt truth
To be a liar?
Or dost thou doubt lie
In thy promythian rage?

Whence came thine yoke
Of grande tradition?
Hast thou now not seen
The structure clear?

Alas, 'tis the world without end!

A quenchlesse fire
A nest of trembling feare
A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire

The virtues of loss
The hymnes of decay
Dost thou have faith now
O dearest friend

Alas, 'tis the world without end!