Look through the mirror of reality - a world of happiness
and fun between the melancholy of trusted loyalty - inside
our hearts there's a place called home - a place called
earth - a place in our world where no one is alone - do I
have a choice in my life - could I break the innercircle of
blind faith - and if I'm down - could I rise? And when I'm high
distorted signs seem to show me the way of life.
What if everything that's around us - what if everything we
love and try to live in is falling down - is falling under
ground zero - the beginning of the end - trust becomes
distrust - love turns to hate - brotherliness becomes
hostility - remember the history - the circle is closing in
time - but if I keep the faith in myself - could I break its
lines?
All darkness of the world
Can't prevent a little candle from shining
And all the winds that hatred brings
Can't blow out the faithful lightning
Through the mirrors of reality - I've seen the hatred of the
human being - and it was cruel - it was horrid - all these
corpses and I smelled their decay - no church to help no
priests were there to pray - for their souls - the world
was lost - because we had forgotten our roots - we had
forgotten why we live and now I turn back from the fictive -
anxious.
and fun between the melancholy of trusted loyalty - inside
our hearts there's a place called home - a place called
earth - a place in our world where no one is alone - do I
have a choice in my life - could I break the innercircle of
blind faith - and if I'm down - could I rise? And when I'm high
distorted signs seem to show me the way of life.
What if everything that's around us - what if everything we
love and try to live in is falling down - is falling under
ground zero - the beginning of the end - trust becomes
distrust - love turns to hate - brotherliness becomes
hostility - remember the history - the circle is closing in
time - but if I keep the faith in myself - could I break its
lines?
All darkness of the world
Can't prevent a little candle from shining
And all the winds that hatred brings
Can't blow out the faithful lightning
Through the mirrors of reality - I've seen the hatred of the
human being - and it was cruel - it was horrid - all these
corpses and I smelled their decay - no church to help no
priests were there to pray - for their souls - the world
was lost - because we had forgotten our roots - we had
forgotten why we live and now I turn back from the fictive -
anxious.