Living, breathing, tortured, bleeding
Left out by his own
No enemies or friends are needed,
If your friends are foe

Travel trough the times of ages
Like seeking for the shore
No one, but he could ever see
Secrets of the holy stone

Metusalem
Lonely man of the lonely roads
Metusalem
A mighty hand of a god preserved his flame

He searched a lot, but he found nothing
Could this all been wrong
The wasted years of his life had taught him
You should go on, try to trust your self

Travel trough the ages
Like seeking for the shore
No one, but he could ever see
Secrets of the holy stone

Metusalem
Lonely man of the lonely roads
Metusalem
A mighty hand of a god preserved his flame, flame …

Preserved his flame…

Travel trough the times of ages
Like seeking for the shore
No one, but he could ever see
Secrets of the holy stone

Metusalem
Lonely man of the lonely roads
Metusalem
Lonely man of the lonely roads
Metusalem
Lonely man of the lonely roads
Metusalem
A mighty hand of a god preserved his flame

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