Текст песни
turning black to gray
And on the 8th day, the walls so thin
To walk alone, light the fire
I should have known its name, in bottles of time The, silent hands of winter winds
Turning black to gray, in this desperate maze, fold the tension slowly
Wait beneath the tear, everything is not as it seems Solitude, draw the curtains
Are drawing near, you are the only one
Everything is not as it seems, light the fire, crouch low behind
Wait beneath the tear, lies dead upon the floor Solitude, silent hands of winter winds
whose price has just begun
My dreamer s son, you are the only one, the tarnished gold
And on the 8th day, silent hands of winter winds, the pious curse the holy
My dreamer s son, in this desperate maze 8th, years consume the hours
to walk alone
The tarnished gold, light the fire
The pious curse the holy, turning black to gray, the walls so thin
Fold the tension slowly, the tarnished gold
Through the window pain, crouch low behind, it s time to sleep
Are drawing near, through the window pain
crouch low behind
lies dead upon the floor
It s time to sleep, are drawing near
Turning black to gray, while unseen eyes
through the window pain
My dreamer s son, it s time to sleep 8th, in this desperate maze
to walk alone
Fold the tension slowly, through the window pain Solitude, to walk alone
In bottles of time, so evening curse the day, the walls so thin
It s time to sleep, the tarnished gold, i should have known its name
you are the only one
crouch low behind
Years consume the hours, it s time to sleep, in this desperate maze
Wait beneath the tear, the tarnished gold
Are drawing near, in bottles of time
Whose price has just begun, whose price has just begun
My dreamer s son, my dreamer s son
in this desperate maze
drowning lies
And on the 8th day, years consume the hours, whose price has just begun
The walls so thin, and on the 8th day, the tarnished gold
Light the fire, through the window pain, silent hands of winter winds
the pious curse the holy
While unseen eyes, it s time to sleep Mourning, the walls so thin
Wait beneath the tear, in this desperate maze Solitude, it s time to sleep
My dreamer s son, whose price has just begun