Time is alone with a fear He's stranded in this Prison he waits Be to the endless sorrow blind. Take head the warning, for The day will come to rest
This fairytale seed was sown Such a beautiful place, yet Raped now by the coldest breed To share in the disgrace Left for all, forever. Upon this precious stage reflects Us our burden architects, the portrait of our now. Tomorrow's diaries will repent The downfall of benevolence Of the funeral of our past...
Tears will fall through the Hands of the scape prince Shining the colour of All in his shadow In the wake lack winter Gardens provide only exile. And of faith? And of faith?
Where can the day run, Except to the dogged sea The dark of night. Horizons the draw the sun The sky lays down The sky lays down to die. ...Plastic saviour's dreams pretend, Selling all the birth of mind, Dressing up believers fading holes Upon this precious stage reflects Us our burden architects, Our final lesson will be learned.