One brings shadow, one brings light
Two-toned echoes tumbling through time
Threescore wasted, ten cast aside
Four-fold knowing, no end in sight
One brings shadow, one brings light
Two-toned echoes tumbling through time
Threescore wasted, ten cast aside
Four-fold knowing, no end in sight
I remember, being locked in silence
A surrender, a solemn reverie
Of drifting, down in the twilight
Ascending, through faded memories
No more printed, a work is worthless
As a madman, is writing on the wall
Whoever sent this, descent to madness
Come and save us, yet just before we fall...
Riding home...
Riding home...
Dying hope...
Hold onto hope...
Like broken angels, wingless, cast from heaven's gaze
(
Our slumb'ring dead ??? )
We can find we're falling, falling, far from grace
(
Now take us where I can breathe)
I'm like a message in a bottle, cast to sea
(
Displaced and torn by the sea)
Unto their end, our candle's burn, until we're free
In monochrome melodies
Our tears are painted in red
(
Bringing me to the edge...)
Deep inside, we're nothing more than
scions and sinners
In the rain,
to light our dullest vague hope!
Yes, time circles endlessly
The hands of fate
trained ahead
(
Coming to the edge...)
All things change,
dragged through the flame to rise from the ashes
To begin, we first must
see the end fall!
One brings shadow, one brings light
Two-toned echoes tumbling through time
Threescore wasted, ten cast aside
Four-fold knowing, no end in sight
One brings shadow, one brings light
Two-toned echoes tumbling through time
Threescore wasted, ten cast aside
Four-fold knowing, no end in sight
Like the
victims, we cast the first stone
In our cages, we know not what we do
Indecision, here at the crossroads
Recognition, tomorrow's come to soon
Or the bloodied, like lambs to slaughter
At the mercy, of those who drive the sword
As the storm rends, it underwater
We're forgotten, for now and evermore
Riding home...
Riding home...
Dying hope...
Hold onto hope...
Without a compass,
wand'ring, lost in lies of fate
(
Fate subtly resting above)
Are we alive and fighting death's
amber embrace?
(
Our hearts beat on unafraid)
On hands and knees, we pray to gods we've never seen
(Come, shadow,
come far from me)
The final hour upon us, no more time to grieve
In monochrome melodies
Our tears are painted in red
(
Bringing me to the edge...)
Deep inside, we're nothing more than
scions and sinners
In the rain,
to light our dullest vague hope!
Yes, time circles endlessly
The hands of fate
trained ahead
(
Coming to the edge...)
All things change,
dragged to the flame to rise from the ashes
To begin, we first must
see the end fall!