---

The gift
The world is based on beliefs
On a statue or a stone
Inside of you only grows weeds
Which make you a slave of misery
Pre-chorus
Waiting for a reward, good deeds for your conscience
Tempted to impatience, the gift so wanted isn’t what you think it is
Chorus
Offering a gift, you sell your soul without realizing It
You won’t fly, you won’t reign, and you won’t be an immortal
II
What surrounds you make you dream
Emotions make you scream
Hear the world in the abyss
Crying is the fault of yourself
Without caring for Empty Idols
Look For Truth in the Dark
Only you will understand
Without fear you will know…

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.