Your smile, a postcard of flesh Given to feed, in a turmoil of hunger A crowd of giants, galloping the waves Surfacing, to breathe the sky A crowd, of giants... of giants My bravest moment is gone. it's gone Now, when the ravenous beckon My voice, no longer solemn A fading echo... just a fading echo Breaking, timeless waves And the constant weight of seclusion And storms, of passing emotions Lead to sullen despair These somber tides lead nowhere Nowhere, but to the black shores of doom My voice no longer solemn No longer, just a fading echo Your smile, is strained from all the flesh Driven and seared, in a turmoil of hunger No longer giants, galloping the waves Struggling, to reach the sky But the summit is never near Write me a short epitaph Memoirs to my demise Frail, with a roseate hue Sail underneath my skin Sail me across black waters My severed pride, against the tide And the song went dead when i ran out of breath Where martyrs vainly dream Where the gloom is weaving Vigilant; an ever-lasting witness And the summit it is never near...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
