I move in slow motion And the world is no longer at my heels I wither and falter somehow I wither and fall silent, now Sometimes I say too much Even
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Have you stood at the edge of the world where the sea and sky collide looked out to a distant horizon and dreamed of drifting away Have you stood beneath
Morning desert sun, horizon Rise above the sands of time Mystic journey to Arcana I travel starry spheres in trine Sands of the dunes, dust of the bones
card she held in her hand Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison Segments of my life flash through my mind Things never seen It must be fate warning
Feeling the weight of unseen chains This routine is growing thin It's a narrow path that we walk And the walls are closing in, caving in Is there room
Left here long ago Was passing through the years I was waiting for the day Chasing a distant star While the sun just slipped away Lost my way long ago
And here we are again The door is closed behind us And the long road lies ahead Where do we go from here? It's time to make a change Let's trace the
April thirtieth, the souls of the risen are leading the way The first of May, black magic night witches holiday Their torches glow, eternal evil, it summons
Ours is the cry of the helpless, told in the timeless truth of the written word Trapped by the tempest of the blind our muted calls can't be heard Helpless
I've watched in silence, without seeing As a stranger within me grew Detached and distanced from the day While youth's precious years flew Chasing time
I remember the endless longing That called inside of me From fountains of expression Trying to break free Nothing left to say when the walls give way
Under brooding skys and watchful eyes On convulsive seas of false urgency We walk empty corridors in vain
Staring, silent, naked and cold Outside looking in Peeling away this fragile shell To face the fear within And the man in the mirror looks on As the
walking through a wasteland of words and memories looking for the person i used to be thoughts i don't recognize make me realize times have changed and
regime The king who cast the misfit died, his father reigned supreme The charge begins, first pass is made, the serpent's face revealed Time has come to meet his fate
Lying broken under jagged pieces Of burned out bridges, suffocating, I can't breathe No direction, I'm scattered in the breeze Living on memories Everywhere
There's a blind desire there's a drive There's a need to leave some lasting feat Something to hold, something to keep A monument to complete There's