A year.. a grace of times awake
Distant horizons paint red in bluish fate
How I call the spirit’s wake
Just to keep the months the same
A month… conquer wisdom’s desert plains
The tales I tell you are the clouds that paint the rain
How I wish this night to fade
Just to keep the days the same
A day.. taking steps by the smallest effords made
Near horizons paint black in redish fate
How i pray for spirit’s sake
Just to keep a minute’s wake
A breath… overcome what remains
Rewind, erase, improve, all the thoughts that go undreamt
How I lie for sleep’s sake
Just to keep this second away
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In marbles – the sun- waking hopes of what comes
This night is endless
The lines of our lives – drawn by giants hands
A maze from the inside
On the wave that tomorrow brings our ship will turn over
The wake of all things to come may shelter our time left
The taking of time it´s forgiven but mine
There´s nothing thats left now
The lies of our lives will break all oft he shells
And move through the inside
On the wave that tomorrow brings our ship will turn over
The wake of all things to come may shelter our time left
Above and below, there´s a way through the core
But nothing to fight for
A tune on a lute, what has ripped me from you
The coins have been placed now
They divide and shall never stop till nothing is left now
Through the rivers red an the unstained paths – a hell up in heaven
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Down where the styx flows there i will be
Forging our life´s fate
So giants we will be
By the banks of lethe the fires are still alight
To hold up your memory
To turn their wrongs to rights
Through the tears of acheron bloods on my hands
To give you the promise
Your feet on foreign sands
The scent of sulfur lines my feet
The darkness everything I see
Your face in front of my worn eyes
All my hope that you will rise
Over time against the will
Hold my tears, descent still
Steps are worn by despair
Can something take you back from here?
There´ll be lies and there´ll be pain
And the structure will remain
Hold your breath count tot en
Empires shatter and all that´s been
Weßre all cold – burned to ice
Off the spring it shall arise
Spread it´s seed to all domains
Cast the splinters – that´s what remains
