Tie kentälle vie, lähteä katsomaan maailmaa. minä mietin muistinko varoittaa. siitä mitä edestään löytää voi,. sen tiedän vasta kun palaat takaisin. .
All of life. All of time. . A life lived with closed eyes. The faceless images leave my mind. And I've lost my way, worlds apart. Led astray, severed by this darkened heart.
I wake with the wings of morning. To the light of a new day, now my eyes are open. Through the darkest times I find you. I find you always. . Cover me with your hands.
Cast me into the sea. (Into the, the heart of, of darkness). Falling from on high. (Drowning in sorrow). . Hopeless and lost. (Hopeless and lost). Consumed by fears.
Like withered tree in winter's hold. Pieces falling all around. Sight lost in a once brilliant sky. Now reduced to shades of pale gray. . What have I become?.
Words slowly lead me to the cracks in my disguise. My flesh a prison for the man behind these eyes. I sing the epitaph for an unnamed king. Carved in this tombstone all the lost pieces of me.
We are lost, consumed by selfish desire. Abandon the gift bestowed us. The gift alone. . But there is beauty. There is life. Hold fast for this could be.
As we live in these dark days. Filled with violence, opposition and hate. . There lies a place of saving grace. Protected in the hearts of the humble.
Just live in love. Believe in love. . In my life I have seen all the ways. Hatred destroys mankind. Break society's system, change the mercy. There's no compromise.
Falling. (Falling). Fell to the depths of your regrets. (Regrets). Now there's nothing left but apathy. . Blinded by pride, torn on the inside. At the cost of your arrogance.
Crushed by the weight of your sorrow there is nowhere left. Trying to fight the might in the darkness and weaken all love. But it's hidden from your face.
Underneath a darkened sky. Drifting through a sea of lies. Pulled into the undertow. My body dragged deep below. . This man came unto the sun. Senses changed evermore.
At the end of your rope, hanging by a thread. He'd give anything for this to just go away. His grip is only so strong, I try to hold on tightly. But it's all slipping through my fingers.
from the time of the heretic. back to the age of the cyber web. wearing the stole of an Anglican priest in New England--. so they call this land. . two thousand one and still nothing has changed.
holy dungeons, sunny highways. he's striking back again. once the fire "seculorum". he's coming back to purify this land. . through his eyes watching my world.
once again I can see your. different faces. once again I can feel your. evil touch. . I've been fighting you for so long. now I'm meeting you again. I've been trying to escape your look.
hear the voices. of millinos screaming souls. the battle is over. the angels rejoice and rest. a new day now can be dawning. upon the city of decay. The Army of the Dead.