Wake my precious child, wake up Your eyes move not to the rising light of the gods
Nor to the sound of the quiet morn Nor to the sting of desperate hand Nor to the cries of those you've loved
Perhaps my figure haunts your sleep A voice in the threshold of a dream
City bound in the early rays I'd carry you to the end of days When will help seek as it is sought Love so easy must be similarly lost
Screeching halt across burning earth Where a wall of bodies stands before The visage of those beloved ones An expressionless march towards the son
City bound in the early rays I'd carry you to the end of days
The silent sounds of Summer Dance across canals The silent songs of Summer Call you back sleep
The silent sounds of Summer Sit still no longer When I reach the fading city lights
Child, your breath is slowing...
Cresting the final peak The cities once stood are naught An open pit of darkness A piercing halt does not stop And we're falling forward And the pulse of another received And this pulse of energy surrounds What awaits after the fall?
Drowning in the darkness with you Like hands clenching on the throat Of my personal divinity How do you feel, my child, if at all?
Inward bound in the fading rays I'd carry you to the end of days When will help seek as it is sought Love so easy must be similarly lost
Child, your breath is slowing... All the while my fear is growingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
