The path was foreseen In a feverish dream and the riddle was shown To the seven year grown Reaching out for the thread he saw It would cut through his fingers As a razor sharp straw
Shaping the untouchable Embracing the none-existable It's force force drains Slide into forever
Surface to surface Nothing between Faling forever The illusion has been But a fragment of time On the thread of life
None shall pass This fiery wall None shall pass No, none at all Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.