When the dust had settled after the fray, all we knew was turned to ashes, burned to black and gray. Those that remained glared and pointed out blame. But they all agreed that there could simply be no other way.
Today, the light has come. Tomorrow, it will be gone.
All the dead that once were willing-offering their hands for killing-suffered, all, a martyr's death. Cursing with their final breath.
Today, the light has come. Tomorrow, it will be gone.
My eyes are heavy from the light. Breath burning acrid in the night. Sleepless, I search for the answer. For a way to make it right.
Today, the light has come. Tomorrow, it will be gone.
I reach through the wall, following the call of something just behind the veil, nothing I can see at all. But, then it grabs my arm, says: "Don't be alarmed. You may feel the pain we suffer, but you'll not be harmed.".Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
