In stories new and old Of spaceships and deep sea gold Approaching apocalypse and time machines Some tell tale of heroes brave Space explorers who save the day Sorcerer's magic silenced evils rage Now the world we know is this The horrors and monsters exist The control has shifted and people's tensions rise... Right before our eyes...
Would you die for the curse of man? There is no savior, no white horse Is our existence damned? Our stories carved in our bones, not in stone These chapters need to survive To tell the story, we are all heroes of our time!
They control our skies While our earth screams out and cries Using picture machines to warp our minds Our crystal visions cracked Ideals and freedoms attacked By human kinds who think that they are gods! Regulated wealth, broken promises and fading health Lurking shadows quiet our beating hearts We're headed for the dark!
Would you die for the curse of man? There is no savior, no white horse Is our existence damned? Our stories carved in our bones, not in stone These chapters need to survive To tell the story, we are all heroes of our time!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
