No prophet of doom For a world in decline Separate my will from my deed
No legend of fate For the flight of time But a lost horizon beneath my feet
I am here but absent A mask behind my face Time passes by Leaving faint and hollow days
At strife with my fate I try to roll my stone Up to a mount of higher gains
Where's the void I'm spinning around Fate itself amounts it all To the same thing
Lost in the toils of life Content and depraved Another phantom rises To fill the void with lies
I can hear the voices gather A roundelay of decadence Increase to battle cries
Lost in a void of lies And darkness rises
In the end of all craving There's no golden age For misery and hope Severs a thin line That strives for the unknown Truth and lie combines To reveal the final cost
Rise to fall again Bound in changes The burden of life Is to curse the ages unborn Born to plough A lonely furrow There's no ground I'm forced to be bound
Might and darkness Mourning in silence Careworn souls Are falling through time
Blind and mindless Longing for guidance Careworn souls Are caught in their mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
