No you don't want to run through the sacred ground that is the soil Of the only truth Tell me how for the sand to last in the hourglass The soil the graveyard dirt of truth
The seams of sanity tear a rift in consciousness lies bane
As we travel on this immortal path Blinded by the shades of discouragement Look for the everlasting essence within and conquer the despair that holds you back
Spoken: reverse the hourglass reawaken the spirit the dry old sod cracks open and an archway rises
Like the leaves on the tree lasting only through the season Purpose is never in vain Tell me how for the days to last in the hourglass The soil, the graveyard dirt of truth
The seams of sanity tear a rift in consciousness lies bane
As the season draws its last breath of sunset. Closing in on the furthest hour Summoning the first of the winter moons We are cloaked in a shroud of frost and our torment beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
