Rivers of Fate 歌词

	Flowing eternally, incessantly shapechanging
	They run since the creation of the World
	From the crystal-clear source of vitality,
	Giving births, giving might.
	Small brook becomes a roaring torrent
	But colors are gradually fading away
	It burns in the devouring fire of Phlegethon
	Rivers, that are slowly passing by
	Never are being the same,
	But always to the same end,
	The predetermined final
	What expects waters falling into the storming seas?
	The destination is obscure, but firm.

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