The withered body Of an old lonely wanderer Wary from trials that he's faced
His weathered face Gazes at the sky as he wonders Weary of this life, he comtemplates
Lost the key To the gate of dreams Enduring restless nights, seeking release
Longing for peace To rest eternally Entomb his dreary spirit, behind the wall of sleep
Cleansed his eyes In preparation for the rite Knowing this final act, he could not repent
Cursed the sky Disregarding wrong from right Gnawing at the doors of death, proceeding sans regret
Severing the bonds Separating from the core But the way before, rejected his presence, and cast him aside
Forever bound Determined to pass he vowed To recover his soul, restoring the essence, and reach the other side
Wandering again Across the barren wastes Searching with haste For the key to undo his fate
Slowly reclaimed The pieces of undying flame Holding the fragmented soul His apparition burning with hope
Piece by piece He tried to reassemble But the infernal puzzle Incurred the wanderer's wrath
This Sisyphean task In anger he cast it aside Cursed to wander confined Unknowing the purpose of life
The withered body Of an old lonely wanderer Fatality's irony, lifeless yet alive
His weathered face Gazes at the sky as he wonders The eternal futility, of the afterlifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
