By Silent Wings letra

Sweet is the air under the forceful wings
Sharp is the gaze to read
Reflections from distant lakes
Whispers from distant woods
Calls from distant mountains
That brings summonings from the ones
With the swords

Come, carry the seeds
Of storms
Come, satisfy the lust
And the craving
Come, fleet, come
By silent wings

Skepticism - Letras

• Aes
• Aether
• Antimony
• Backward Funeral And The Raven
• By Silent Wings
• Calla
• Chorale
• Closing Music
• Edges
• Farmakon Process
• Forge
• March Incomplete
• March October
• Momentary
• Nothing
• Nowhere
• Oars In The Dusk
• Passage
• Pendulum
• Pouring
• Shred Of Light, Pinch Of Endless
• Sign Of a Storm
• The Arrival
• The Curtain
• The Departure
• The Everdarkgreen
• The Falls
• The Gallant Crow
• The Inevitable
• The Intertwined
• The March And Stream
• The March And The Stream
• The March Of The Four
• The Raven And The Backward Funeral
• The Rising Of The Flames
• The Road
• The Swan And The Raven
• You