The Age Of Disbelief Songtext
Standing on my own
Upon this pile of bones
Dare I reach the throne
And call this place my home
Through the forest and the trees
That brought me to my knees
In the age of disbelief
In the age of disbelief
At the end of days
Upon this pile of bones
Dare I reach the throne
And call this place my home
Through the forest and the trees
That brought me to my knees
In the age of disbelief
In the age of disbelief
At the end of days
Will my glory fade
This house of fabergé
Is only made of clay
As I stand on my two feet
At the parting of the sea
In the age of disbelief
In the age of disbelief
This house of fabergé
Is only made of clay
As I stand on my two feet
At the parting of the sea
In the age of disbelief
In the age of disbelief
