Time, it brings us down It hardens and it cracks us Gravity weighs us down We are slaves to the ages It feasts on you and it feasts on me Each of us just a book of yellowing pages
An apparition of what could be comes to him from the line and hands to him a key of silver shine The glow reflected on his face catches the eyes of the mindless multitudes marching They break rank and pursue the tribe
The gilded guild breaks the stillness and leaps into the fray The tribe runs for cover and are swept up in the melee Wave after wave, the natives who defied nation or name lie down prone - Fear is shown - The passion of slaves The time drips down - Death reaps with sickle and scythe as the tribe is led away tightly tied He falls to his knees and begins to pray and lets out a sigh Please Gods, please help me If I imagine a place, so may it be
Now I'm at the door I feel as if I’ve been here before Angels sin for me If beyond lies the answer, I hold the keyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
