Bishop Of Hexen

Stride The Corridors Of One's Mind
A story about a story told before... Questions to answer and no answers to a question asked before What advantage does a man have as he labors all his life under the sun ? As the wind lashes and time evades Forth comes the wind circles and goes forth back again... To nurse or planet an orchid only to remain with seeds again to built, and harvest thin air... Carried away by spirits carried away... Perennial pain, night tears, rain and the sun in her place again Places unknown to man, and man who don't know their place Carried away by the spirits, carried away... The dead son of the dead No memories of the first and the last leaves no memory The wise is buried aside the fool A generation comes and withers away and the land forever standing The end is set, and so is the beginning Rather die as a lion, then live as a dog Rather go with a blast, and then fade to the fog To dream all night long, and awake at a bog Evil feeds on good, who breeds evil again Saw the dance insane Saw slaves on horses (and lords on foot) Riches turn to hay SongtexteMinds and bone decay I saw flesh burning! The mortal coil-rendered into ash Oh all statues stoic, but hide a brutal demise The days of long since past... and old I have become All that was promised has turned to dust Hymns and prayers have come to pass Subdued and addicted, so perplexed, alas! And man within the mind's corridors-lost Saw the sounds and heard the sights I've seen the sounds, and I've heard the sights Nothing matters but myriad moments of grace... Aus Songtexte Mania