Weak for too long to notice the calling Weak for too long to feel the falling Days carried on, their touch but an instant No time to hear my voice in the distance
Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past
But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind And where it opens
Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance Useless, his free soul Ensure control
Black words spewed forth from his head One for each thought he had saved Solidifying, rusting forms They sealed in the cave
Excavation of will from the vaults of the earth Sunlight burning through his back as his eyes sought dirt
Almost there, a time to be strong He was almost there, but he waited too long
Every piece, every word to life’s song He had dug, he’d put into place But the order was wrong
He can never let go Madness always creeps slow
Breezes of the empty brush past the surface All the voices wither, the limbs are quiet Is there time to return to the plot of nothing? Can the blood now follow the stream into the sea?
A different darkness guides him, no path can be chosen Forms become a question, he will not know their sourceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.