Monuments, rise upon arrival Bizzare theories Questions and controversies remain Left clues to their origin in the stones Did isolation create this enigma?
Anyone who tries to break the code Will have to sacrifice their precious life We can not make our holy God cry Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill
Anyone who tries to break the code Will have to sacrifice their precious life We can not make our holy God cry Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill
Paradise, surrounded by an endless blue Alone in this world Waiting for salvation to come Outcasts, for reason still unknown Voyagers, found it empty and abandoned
Anyone who tries to break the code Will have to sacrifice their precious life We can not make our holy God cry Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill
Any one who tries to break the code Will have to sacrifice Their one chance in life
And when the darkness falls on shores Olden rites from a secret lore Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy
A lost continent of liquifying stone Burned through the crust And erupted into the Earth
A lifeform unknown Looking out on the coming wave Waiting for what to come Mold the statue of pure fear obsession
Afraid of what to come, mold the statue Afraid of what to come, mold the statue So observe meant to please the Gods
Afraid of what to come, mold the statue So obscure meant to please the Gods ... The Gods
And when the darkness falls on shores Olden rites from a secret lore Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy
Moon dance in the skyline Where the oceans meet Trigger the mind of the staring stone eyes
A lifeform unknown Looking out on the coming wave Waiting for what to come Mold the statue so pure
A lifeform unknown Looking out on the coming wave Waiting for what to come Mold the statue of pure fear obsession
And when the darkness falls on shores Olden rites from a secret lore Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy
A view of reason Rotation of the sun To fulfill their God's prophecy Mold the statue of pure fear obsession Disappearing in the vast-seas Wiped away by a tidal wave? And when the last tree went down They left a mark for the future to find
Afraid of what to come, mold the statue So obscure meant to please the Gods
Is this a clue to the modern race Who left this mark Of fear in cold stone...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
