Из альбома: Heritage
Follow the embers into cities of dreams
What you'll be seeing is not all what it seems
Dawn of the liar
Future's a pyre
Outside the window I see people passing by
If they could see me now they'd break down and cry
Look down your senses
Await the gritting beyond
And in the morning...
Born as a failure
And died as a stranger
When your country's bleeding while you're forced to mourn
Outside the window I see people passing by
If they could see me now they'd break down and cry
"Bring me back again"