This time was given to you through the pain of birth We learn to run before we can even walk We're all privileged to this special gift Ruined from the start with its watery blood
We're all driven by our inner call On pilgrimage for power, profit or for war We're all justified by our shepherd’s voice Lost in circles like leaves in the gust of wind
There's no angel to guard our path But temples of dying words The unavoidable death that you're staring at Trembles these ungodly herds Your holy aeon is about to end There is no fathers light present In this closure for everything
Rely on peace, trust in love We can't cherish anything until everything is gone So take this flesh to endure in pain, Hope your ghosts will go away Then give it back to earth to enrich its ruined soil
There’s no fathers light present in this closure for everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
