Crossing 歌词

Upon the wings of chaos fly The dismal dreams of a soul born to die An unending quest for all that is true They pyres have grown within his mind For paper gods he must leave behind No theory shall hinder, his services through He flies on alone Through the red storming fury With all ties to earth burned away All preordained journeys end this day Now the annals are burning With memories of their travesties All that's left are the fruits of a will Now free No almighty needs glory from thee Every man was born To steer his ship through the storm And the seas of adversity all alone All choices are his To take or to give He must learn that there is no God's grace Only his own! He's lived his life chained to the edge Alsirat now receives his pledge Maledictions fly From the pit of his heart Songs of the storm unleash their fury His sword strikes true in apostasy Walls of unquestioned tradition Fly apart