Ascending to great heights Ever fearful of the moment that we may lose our grip Clinging to false hopes Choking down the daggers of air our freezing lungs are ripped
Cries that should deafen are washed away by bitter winds Wandering souls carrying unlit torches We strive toward salvation - evasive
Falling from great heights Is the terror Do we have the strength to climb again? Gasping in horror To climb we must fight ignite the flame within
Try not to turn back For beneath is chaos' gaping maw Dragging ourselves toward the heavens Twitching flesh as bloody hands scrape and claw
Cries that should deafen Die in throats as hopelessness and doubt Devour visions of truly ascending Mortality the inner flame burns out
At last! A solitary flame in the distance beating back the frigid night A whisper can beget a choir of conflagration The torch will ignite
The pyres are burning - sacrifice to the flames
May the fires scorch the earth And the smoke darken the skies We continue our march forever Never knowing the reasons why
Our destiny burned to ashes Washed away by the sands of time In defiance of our mortality All that matters is the climb
The sorrow The struggle The strain
The sorrow The struggle Ignite the flame
Standing at great heights Ever knowing that time will strip it all away Bathing in the glow of torches As ice melts and the ground starts giving way
Cries then falling silent Washed away by merciless fate The journey and the fire The torches carried by those who remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
