In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm I can hear raging thunder And many other clichés I remember the bird's words Foreseeing nature's victory In the grandeur of its multitude Only but toys are we (this is meaningless)
Wicked Wind! In the eye of the storm I hear the call of magic Riddles yelling to be solved
The seven paths to Rahahaaz I must walk and forget my fear For the ones who make this journey will acquire wisdom (and probably an extra beer)
Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine But will you find the One who pulls the strings? It isn't the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme The man who finds the answer (will) be our king
Took a nap before going Visions invaded my dreams Weird creatures flashing in my mind They appear, then they disappear What does that mean?
A sheep with a ball gown Surrounded by pygmies (Note: Why pygmies?) A lady and a dormant sponge (which will surely make sense in a near future)
In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm May God spare me the way Leading straight to the Grim Reaper Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win Seven holy paths and believe it or not I stepped in shit Off to a good start... Haaaaa! (Justifying what you've heard, Anger's knocking at my mind's door) I can't wait 'til bedtime
Can't wait until bedtime!
The road will be hard, the road will be long If you don't mind I'd rather postpone my quest For everything that's been happening so far It really doesn't make me feel at my best
In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm
The path to Rahahaaz I will walk and forget my fear But a week before or a week after, that is no great deal
Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine But will you find the One who pulls the strings? It isn't the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme The man who finds the answer (will) be our king But there's no hurry...
To be continued...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
