I'm distressed to keep the pace With cold synthetic ways Of the human race I seek a place to rest my mind Who's the guide, I'm blind Truth is hard to
Wisdom Calls Aloud In The Streets Hear Her Raising Her Voice In The Squares How Long Will You Simple Ones Love Your Evil Ways Turn Around And Listen
Days of fear He was rising in the deepest of crisis So unexpected as a bringer of order He puts his name up in the highest of places A new emperor took
Far Back In Time Where It All Began God Sowed His Word Into Mankind Some Let It Grow Some Let It Fall Only Believing In Their Leaders And Kings As Time
PROLOGUE - (Part I) THE SCROLL AND THE LAMB Then I Saw In The Right Hand Of Him Who Sat On The Throne A Scroll With Writing On The Both Sides
[Music / Lyrics by Fredrik Ohlsson] Days of fear He was rising in the deepest of crisis So unexpected as a bringer of order He puts his name up in the
[Music / Lyrics by Fredrik Ohlsson] It's been one day or two I can't really remember Watching the world alone Behind my iron curtain Waiting for the
He Came As A Child, Into A Tired World After All The Years Of Despair Just A Child, But There Was Something In His Eyes He Was The Son He Was The
It's said that the evil will die I long for the end of lies It's said that the hurt will be gone I?ll fight for the truth to rise! The smoke from Hell
I saw heaven standing open And there before me was a white horse His eyes were like blazing fire And on his head were many crowns He dressed in a robe
I stay, you wait I go, you lead I search, you show I find, you know I try to find Some peace of mind You serve, I need You wash my feet Long before
Will you hear my blood crying from the earth? Like you did with Abel Will you dress me up in white like it says In the revelations The process has already
Two of the dead I saw in my head Witness of crimes historical times You drew the lines that taught us the signs Lines are erased future is faced The wind
Deep down under, deep down under The boiling surface loud like thunder The fear of being left alone Deep down under, deep down under The spoken mission
Blessed are those Who wash their robes That they may have the right To the tree of life And may go through The gates into the city Outside are the dogs
I lock my door as the sun does rise As I observe the things that I despise I write down all the things I see I check my notes they're describing me My
[Music / Lyrics by Torbj?rn Weinesj?] These walls are made of glass Not concrete as they seems What is wrong with this picture Behold a gilded frame