اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cast Asunder
I, the flesh of God
Naive in my ways
To birth myself anew
Deepen my aura of power
But the world got bitter
And I cold at heart
Pain, the exalted companion
That I wish to snuff
To seek new wilderness
Vanquish the mould of clay
Profound and ever preserved
Thus could I endure
A period of feelings of loss
Creo tempus, indeed
Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder
There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
Turn back the sands of time
Turn black the hands of...
Time, bewilders a childe
I dance through declining years
when the shadows get longer
and tread on weary bones
Medieval ecstasy and rhythm
Are able to burrow in
Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder
There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
I truly felt the passing of time
With age I lost the dear grasp of mine...
