Dreams hold the keys that open doors to worlds beyond
Wise souls gather in the feast of abandoned sense and knowledge not tainted
Glass into shards of liquid earth, the mirror's broken see through it
Walking the path through the cave ancient, forbidding cold, grotesque
Then I look back only to behold nothingness, emptiness utter darkness, my doom
What lies ahead I dare not to think Fear? I sense not so I walk on
Each step I leave behind Drowns into blackness ahead an alien sight inanimate, yet approaching
Voices or whispers both or none dark or light but surely cold
As shadows gather He Rises... As shadows gather I Rise...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
