Sheltered in there since the fateful flight Crafted den, seething with these dreams alive The shadow, will no more withdraw Wicked time has frozen in a dusky dawn Daylight will never be reaching noon Marvel and despair of a world Dressing not anymore in its cloak of gloom
Nothing hinders the will Nor suffers delay Time is standing still As nothing more stands in the way
Even if he claims Only joy remains Even quite alone In a savage run
The ones that might slow the haste Are fated to be hushed The ones that try to stop the race Deserve to be crushed
Under a mask of conceit and pride Badly armed with some tricks and a cunning mind The harmless faced the foe unnamed Played the part of a cruel unfair game And killed, destroyed the grim enemy grown Only one tremor for a wrong Buried under a bunch of stillborn hopes
Nothing hinders the will Nor suffers delay Time is standing still As nothing more stands in the way
Even if he claims Only joy remains Even quite alone In a savage runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
