Naumachia - Wrathorn lyrics

Owerwhelmed by dream of power You cry of night and fear the day Dreams lend you a strong identity Reality will make you pay Days blur into a year What no one dares- you may Just tray to pull throught One more day...one more day No hope No straw to catch No god You ask to much Numb inside Let down again Pice of mind All in vain Agonized minot aur in the maze Of ordinary moments Shape the days to your pace Clench fists hard, holler! Treat your life like a war Unless you fight- you' ll fall Do what you will, live be the rule Be the master, not his tool No hope No straw to catch No god You ask to much Numb inside Let down again Pice of mind All in vain