Walk along the autumn gra**, beneath a crimson sky
Why have all the legends pa**ed us by?
I'm almost afraid to ask the answer to the problem That spawned the simple question in my mind;
Feel the four winds -
Have they been bursting forth from battered sin? Blackness is the likeness of my soul
Harboring the images
A glorious vision trapped within
Purging every hope inside my heart
Everything worth fighting for
And everything worth dying for
And everything worth living for
Shattered right before me like a scourge...
Release my soul - let me go and find the meaning of this life
Release my soul - let me know the truth that's taking such a toll
Release my soul - let me go and give it one last chance at life
Release my soul - let me go back to the time when I would be at home...
When man was still alive, when man was still alive
Before everything had died
In the fires
In the fires
In the fires of 1945...
Underneath a star-lit sky, beneath a smothered dream
Does anyone care to hear the scream?
Of a sombre morbid melody reflecting off the tides at sea
Imagining just what might have been?
Tempting mankind's deepest dream, the greater faith in all
Waking to the boldest primal call;
Echoing through gracious waves, the cosmic cry of pain
Listen to the footsteps once again;
Vivid colors burst to life like a rainbow that explodes
Fading into black and white the modern man forbodes
Everything worth fighting for
And everything worth dying for
And everything worth living for
Shattered right before me like a scourge...