كلمات The Calls Of The Immortal Creations

What powers await the right moment to forestall my propensity To defer the end of my worries only one more day? A closing welcomes a beginning Where only new thoughts are asked to dance Hey, greenhorn! Were you too one of those each believing He would be the last of the race....at the moment when the night blew up? Well, ill weeds grow apace and die hard even when they adorn Themselves with the most fragile petals You can't diw from believing that you're no martyr Talking me into mass-communication With reasons better left unsaid A wish to conquer the tip of the iceberg burning in my mind While set on seeking the perfect solution redemption's left behind Verses reverse and turn upon their maker - press him to rewind Past life pressure'd flash my back while losing every find