I am already given - To the power ruling my fate I do not hold on - Thus I have nothing to defend I have no thoughts - Thus I shall see I fear of nothing
Превод: The Crown. Dawn Of Emptiness.
age must dawn, shall wake with their necks on the block come the morn On my ferry to Styx everyone pays the toll it's time to rock the boat - empty heads
In the alley dogs are barking, chickens crowing down the lane And I feel just like that rooster and his mournful old refrain With sun down on my shoulders
Dry river-beds end in no man's land Empty oceans full of waste We lead ourselves into all man's end All that remains is a bitter aftertaste The sea has
the apocalypse Face the bitterness Fallen windkissed illusions Carthatic depth unfolds in utter emptiness When whirling stars have bestowed their shapelessness A crown
silver moonlight danced The flames are in the fireman's eye Orange in the engines glow Gleaming pistons whirling cranks Wait for dawn the rooster's crow
long gone by now I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land One Sunday morning at dawn
skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn Lay lost to mist where Emboldened thorns Made their bed with toppled stones He closed his eyes Sunken to dream there of crow
I survive In higher lights we seem to drown We hold the key but not the crown In higher lights we seem to drown We hold the key but not the crown Look
are never giving yield. [War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn. Nevermore
scorn Stars like weeds grow unshorn They lie austere and vain Old, still as the clay Crows show our way home Night was rain, a falling sea A rusted dawn
Falling with the rain, with the rain I was alone, see how she took us all By her side we'll stay Shadows of love, blacken dawn, fill the empty skies
Here we go The people show Victims of tomorrow The way it goes It never shows Emptiness or sorrow There is nothing left inside Nothing left to cry for
in the vaulted gateways I thousands of years ram through the final frontier The Lyre greets us there Our ship at drift into the void Through nothingness deployed With an empty
crosses The golden dawn Lay lost to mist where Emboldened thorns Made their bed with toppled stones He closed His eyes Sunken to dream there Of crow
