(Arthur)
Balanced on the brink of a night
Beyond day
Fighting for the right ti survive in
Our ways
What do you believe when it`s hard
To see clear
Stabbing at the heart of the denial
With our spears
In tact, but the knives are in my
Back no matter how I try.
Monumental death is alive on my
Blade
Scattered like a myth it entwines in
My brain
Strong in my belief when it`s hard to
See clear
Standing with defiance and facing
My fears
This rout, burns an endless pyre of
Doubt fueled prodigal design.
There by the grace of Gods
There in the face of Gods
There for the sake of gods
There in the wake of Gods
Go I
I feel the mountain getting steeper,
I`m sliding in clay
Now I`m only keeping the lions
At bay
Whispers on the boarder, invasion
Is near
Watching the horyzen, the signs are
Now clear
We`ll fight, on the other side of
Night until the day we die
There by the grace of Gods
There in the face of Gods
There for the sake of gods
There in the wake of Gods
Go I
