كلمات Towards The Dark Eternity

Drawn in crayon the visions of dream Which sense is the key to open the hundreds gates In the labyrinth of unusual matters in mirror - fear Whether it's gift or a whip you must decide You wish to float, wander till the end of your days You wish to discover new land Sound powerfully like the ancient bell Avoid clocks, the dust of hour glass, the witch's curse Never wander along the paths of stress They lead you to the land of ice Never wander along the paths made by death The dusk is always at their end Towards the dark eternity You see he got older although is young Why did he choose the stress of the tie killing him In the chase for money he kills each day Buying grey hair every minute from the devil Never wander along the paths of stress They lead you to the land of ice Never wander along the paths made by death The dusk is always at their end Towards the dark eternity