The flames have died against the moonlight For an age he has lived and served The smoke has choked his last breath And so he leaves this world behind
His soul now gazes at his jarred flesh And he sees that he can do no more A weight, it seems, has been lifted But still I see a sadness in his eyes
I see a sense of failure That clouds his passage to death And those clouds are dark and burdened What vision does his kind foresee?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
