Walking through the barren land Never-ending sea of sand Million miles away from home, future unknown Dying sun before the dawn Its tears of hope keep falling strong Northern star, oh so far like a beacon in the sky
The voices from the other side Calling me for the final ride
Is this a curse from down below? My punishment will only grow Who decides if I live or if I fade away?
The voices from the other side Calling me for the final ride
I have always wandered on my own Searching in vain for some way to atone This will be the journey of my life I will survive, although I’m torn I’ll carry on until I find where I belong
Morning rays cut through the dream Welcome to reality Another pitch black night behind, I feel alive again The taste of blood is on my lips The burning sun tears me to strips I have to leave, I still believe that I’ll find my way home
The voices from the other side Calling me for the final ride
I have always wandered on my own Searching in vain for some way to atone This will be the journey of my life I will survive, although I’m torn I’ll carry on until I find where I belong
“If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire We might be nearly free; But now we are moved by every wind that blows And a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us… Thus strangely are souls constructed, And by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin… I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel…”
I have always wandered on my own Searching in vain for some way to atone This will be the journey of my life I will survive, although I’m torn I’ll carry on until I find where I belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
