Through the stillbirth swoon, the children are silent Existing in dreams, surreal oblivion... Through time, torn tombs, the children are screaming Dreaming of life, the nightmares to come...
Through tear stained eyes, the children are drowning Within the depths, they seek the courage... Through white wombs, the children are laughing Dreaming of wings, for what times may come...
Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms ...But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Stumbling onwards only to be left behind...
The catharsis seized, a breath of life Eruptions of passion and focus Blackening idle beliefs Now all eyes are upon the tongue of eloquence
Reflections behold such dreams of man They beseech the sun for the new day Opening their eyes to beauty's lament The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms ...But o glorious fate leaves them blind What eyes would close to abhor the womb? Upon the tongue...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
