Testo di Rusted Crown

At the gates of dreams you see yourself With crimson robe and shining crown As greedily as everybody else You are desiring worlds all gold Do you know you are only beast Steered by too many urgencies Creating new kind of arms with new kind tools Thinking your weakness is your force In the middle of darkness You closed your eyes You escaped like coward And leaved us to die Knowing what's real Only when reflections of past is tormenting you You can't predent you dissolute mind Making you lord of vices If you could keep crystal ball on your hands And see the disaster, maybe you would understand That you wasted all you had and you won't get back The honour with which have been ruled once