The Fugitive letra

The trees are grey here
the soil is damp and cold
his senses are filled with drought
after his flee from the temple
rites made him shiver from fear
now waiting for someone
to proclaim salvation
his price has been paid

Callisto - Letras

• A Close Encounter
• Alternate Horizons
• Anastasis
• Backwoods
• Blackhole
• Cold Stare
• Covenant Colours
• Dawning End
• Dead Weight
• Drying Mouths (In a Gasping Land)
• Eastern Era
• Folkslave
• In Session
• Latterday Saints
• Like Abel's Blood Cried For Revenge
• Limb Diasporas
• Masonic
• New Canaan
• Pathos
• Providence
• Restoring Process
• Rule The Blood
• Stasis
• Storm
• The Albert Pike Epilogue
• The Fugitive
• The Great Divorce
• Worlds Collide
• Wormwood
• Woven Hands