Out of Reach Out of touch for centuries A lost treasure for mankind Hidden in Eternal Twilight
Somewhere far beyond In a land not known to us In his castle made of stone Lived a quiet Prince alone
He never stepped out from his room Didn't want to face the sun All were damned, insane and cruel All were demons in disguise
Cold as ice, lived in lies See their eyes
Only chance to get out from Eternal Twilight Is to find the Holy Grail Lost in centuries
The quiet Prince began Immediately his hunt He took five from his servants Devoted to their King
He never stopped for days and nights Never slept under sun's light He would ride his horse and fight All the demons of the world
With his sword And his might And his guild
On the top of a mountain In a temple obscure He came across a high priest Who gave him a Riddle
Answer my question And the Grail is yours Be correct in your answer Or thy life is mine
The quiet Prince got lost in the world of fantasy The precious answer was his obsession Will he find what he wants so much? Will he save his doomed kingdom? All his fate was on his hands All the blood of his people was on his hands A mistake and everything would vanish like dust in the wind
He had three chances In the third he would lose Everything he feared of Would bring the sad end
He never solved the Grand Question Never found the Holy Grail But his battle with all Evil Washed away the poison
From his soul, from his life From his landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
