Автор: Mr. Strange

Waarheen leidt de reis, oh zonen van het noorden Westwaarts over woeste zee op weg naar nieuwe oorden Wat zoekt

John Why can’t you be what the mirror sees? Time does not have faith in our pride How could you

Aliv aliv nashaa yir shihirig avaad chamd ugii Alag ereen gararaa bi hatsarig chin gants alagdii Idtee huchtee alagdsan hun

Foot by foot, down the stairs No tinge of twilight between the floorboards (Between the floorboards) One man followed by

You couldn’t be, you couldn’t be me even if you wanted to, Everything I’ve been through. Live your life, soaking

Give me release Witness me, I am outside Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted

Without you woman by my side I’m contemplating suicide torn from all my pride A man tells me, son that

Hör auf dich zu beschwern Mir auf den Sack zu gehn Hör auf dir leid zu tun Und alles schwarz

This is our legacy, your heritage Our life’s blood and promises We are an iron unity With bloody shields against

You suffer from a manufactured sickness and envy by design Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire Accumulation and adoration, built