The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul
The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever haunting me Slit the witch and watch him bleed As with any inquisition
Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories
The time is past The falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then
My feelings may Seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen
Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs
Somewhere the dusk is lining Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there is someone pining For the waves of blood to run and rescue me:
The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
