[Words: A. Loostrom Music: T. Bjorn, A. Loostrom, S. Berglund] Come and burn with me I have something you must see The imitation of being Can be so revealing
In a time now long gone wise mans hands was carving stories into the stones all over our land. Stories carved in stone. To last for eternity. The runes
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To
Gone, is the black horizon But not the images of passed time Dead, are many of the warriors Who fought by my side Now as i carve the names in stone Of
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There's silence, in the dark. There's the fire, ready to start. Stone pages, inked by fury. The exception of the damned. They are calling, out my
Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence. Our lives coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy. We await the future to fulfil our
Gone, is the black horizon But not the images of passed time Dead, are many of the warriors Who fought by my side Now as i carve the names in stone
: There's silence, in the dark. There's the fire, ready to start. Stone pages, inked by fury. The exception of the damned. They are calling, out
: Gone, is the black horizon But not the images of passed time Dead, are many of the warriors Who fought by my side Now as i carve the names in stone