Find a way to bring me home Darkness is washing over the sky When all the trees burned down Where does the crow fly?
Take this as an offering Empty promises are dead All the rage and pain is gone Soon, all the rivers run red
All that matter is gone There is nowhere else to go No place for us to hide Nothing above and nothing below
And the world has closed its eyes Mother time draws her final breath The innocent washed away The condemned, the dance of death
It was easy to hide in the crowd We acted numb to the warnings ahead With everything that's rotten Even the marching ants have fled
All that matter is gone There is nowhere else to go No place for us to hide Nothing above and nothing below
And the world has closed its eyes Mother time draws her final breath The innocent washed away The condemned, the dance of death
And the world has closed its eyes Mother time draws her final breath The innocent washed away The condemned, the dance of death
Compositores: Anders Par Friden (Anders Friden) (STIM), Bjorn Ingvar Gelotte (STIM), Howard M Benson (Howard Benson) (BMI)Editores: Cask Strength Music Ab, Threecordhits AbECAD verificado obra #35440654 em 26/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM