No prophet of doom For a world in decline Separate my will from my dead No legend of fate
For the flight of time But a lost horizon beneath my feet I am here but absent A mask behind my face Time passes by
Leaving faint and hollow days At strife with my fate I try to roll my stone Up to a mount of higher gains Where's the void I'm spinning around Fate itself amounts it all To the same thing Lost in the toils of life Content and depraved Another phantom rises To fill the void with lies I can hear the voices gather A roundelay of decadence Increase to battle cries Lost in a void of lies And darkness rises In the end of all craving There's no golden age For misery and hope severs a thin line That strives for the unknown truth and lie combines To reveal the final cost Rise to fall again Bound in changes
The burden of life Is to curse the ages unborn Born to plough A lonely furrow There's no ground I'm forced to be bound Might and darkness Mourning in silence Careworn souls
Are falling through time Blind and mindless
Longing for guidance Careworn souls
Are caught in their mind.
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