Der, Ved evighetens Utkikkspost The old star dies for us all An equator of tragedy Stick out your fistfuls of hope
And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loops Oblivious to the old star While atlas cringes
Juggle your fears in the shadows Of altars to (the) diminishing beacon No need to circle those wagons, even The fingerless marble play ensues
And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loop Oblivious to the old star While atlas cringes
Paying for forests you separated Atoning for hiding the rivers Mankind dies In a shroud of introvert mumblingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.