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Walking on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly around the neck.
Raven-bird on each shoulder waiting for the pick,
Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not exist.
On the endless road leading to nowhere...
Let the sounds and light wash over,
Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy.
Blow burning flames into your soul,
Reveal the truth between the lines.
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.
Walking on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly around the neck.
Flock of vultures circling above,
Waiting for the feast.
Reaching through the blackest sky,
For the brightest star.
Seeking for the guidance,
From the night that never dawns.
Let the sounds and light wash over,
Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy.
Blow burning flames into your soul,
Reveal the truth between the lines.
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.
Guided by empty promises,
Charmed by hollow words.
No truth or answers could be found,
Nothing but years numbered in me...
Gods are "great", but the heart... the heart is greater,
From our wounds they're born, from our sadness they grow.
Gods are "strong", but the mind, the mind is stronger.
In our scars they dwell, but in our hearts they burn!
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.
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Walking on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly around the neck.
Raven-bird on each shoulder waiting for the pick,
Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not exist.
On the endless road leading to nowhere...
Let the sounds and light wash over,
Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy.
Blow burning flames into your soul,
Reveal the truth between the lines.
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.
Walking on the gallows ground,
Rope tightly around the neck.
Flock of vultures circling above,
Waiting for the feast.
Reaching through the blackest sky,
For the brightest star.
Seeking for the guidance,
From the night that never dawns.
Let the sounds and light wash over,
Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy.
Blow burning flames into your soul,
Reveal the truth between the lines.
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.
Guided by empty promises,
Charmed by hollow words.
No truth or answers could be found,
Nothing but years numbered in me...
Gods are "great", but the heart... the heart is greater,
From our wounds they're born, from our sadness they grow.
Gods are "strong", but the mind, the mind is stronger.
In our scars they dwell, but in our hearts they burn!
In this world every hour wounds,
Every second draws blood.
Every moment delivers pain,
If you choose so.
In this world every hour kills,
Every minute seeps despair.
There is nothing but suffering,
If you decide so.