Those endless battles Foreign souls Full speed ahead into the wall No questions asked no answers needed
One put the sword into the stone Some read a book to find their home To me both fairytale and fiction
Some believe they live to die Some have hopes of higher lives None have proof of anything but still they die
Gazing at the skies Is there something for us left to find Are there secrets among our holy places That can stop us from ending our race From the edge of the blade
Some saw the light but they survived And if they died none could describe Their ultra rapid stream of memories
I ve ceased since long to mind so many questions undefined but still they re fighting for their prophecies
Some believe they live to die Some have hopes of higher lives None have the proof of anything but still they die
Gazing at the skies Is there something for us left to find Are there secrets among our holy places That can stop us from ending our race From the edge of the blade
As I am gazing at the stars And wonder if thers life on mars. All these ecryptic information.
Gazing at the skies Is there something for us left to find Are there secrets among our holy places That can stop us from ending our race From the edge of the blade
Compositores: (music: Frank Pitters / Lyrics: Jake E, Olof Mörck)