Unquiet 歌词

Through fog and frozen grounds The flames of passing time has burned the ruins down A place of many places The waking hour is here Unquiet he calls When his soul is left behind Moving cold - until the anger is drained Walk the path - until the birds are silent Fuel the match - until the fire is gone Forever roam - in a frozen world Dead waters hit the shore Ripples in the sand Echoes from a grim past Our destiny to come Worship the wasted years A grainy image Birds in the shape of the raging sea