Almost the season, a time of prophecy for those who know Almost the reason, why the voices of the dead come known A gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing line Prey to the masses, hunted in numbers, tortured, death divine
Estranged to nocturnal light In search for what is known but lost by the time Desperately clawing, deceived as a puppet for a price Servant of the master, a watcher of the world until you die
And when you see the light of lights Out of the corner of your eye There and then you will be falling For you must answer to your calling
Revolving on a never ending journey A glimpse into the gateways of eternity Led to the edge, then pushed to falling For you must answer to your callingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
