Gazing up Towards the moon The embodiment of anxiety has taken it's grip
Like withering flowers The breath of respite Has long been overdue it's calling has fallen astray
Searching far and wide For the calling, that has been lost Inside the piercing maelstrom of frost
Hear my voice I pray to thee A chance to be free Feel my pain Nothing but sorrow As it all becomes in vain
The moons presence captivates me Beckoning the noble gods To intervene
For my path is not right Please stop me and show me the way My universe soon will end The decision not my own
Hear my voice I pray to thee A chance to be free Feel my pain Nothing but sorrow As it all becomes in vain
Hear my voice I pray to thee A chance to be free Feel my pain Nothing but sorrow As it all becomes in vainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
