Shadows seep through the pores Of a rain worn, marble statue And drain the fading colours From the depths of my eyes
To see, and feel this frozen river That is tears and blood and fate Washing over me, like a cleansing fire Washing over me, like it was mine
And in this raging storm Where reveries take form To see the outlines of a destiny unfold The sleeping giants rise Like bodies trapped in ice Their gaze transfixed on the horizon
Like a cleansing fire Washing over me Like it was mine Beneath the words Below the lies Deep within the blackened halls Of weaknesses and cries To glimpse the contours Of a long-forgotten jewel Place the chisel, lift the hammer high
And in this raging storm Where reveries take form To see the outlines of a destiny unfold The sleeping giants rise Like bodies trapped in ice Their gaze transfixed on the horizonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.