Early morning, frost has rusted in, Time for man to reflect on thoughts within, The air is thin and it chills him to the bone, As he winds his weary way back home.
The light of day is harsh unto his eyes, Drops his head, drags them from the sky, Fists thrust deep in pockets out of sight, Clenched hard against them memories of the night.
He's coming up to the day He's coming up to the day He's coming up to the day, as the old one washes away
Early evening, mist is closing in, Time for man to feed on rage within, Resolve is fixed on what must surely come, His future fading with the setting sun.
He's coming up to the day He's coming up to the day He's coming up to the day, as the old one washes away
And he feels them call for, The blood that stains him, But to see them all fall, Self-sustains him,Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
