Text skladby Aimin' high
z alba Deception of Freedom
Autor hudby: Eduard Smola, Martin Hrachovec
Autor textu: Martin Hrachovec
Autor textu: Martin Hrachovec
You´re watching a falling name,
you´re screaming for a final chance,
in between all extremes of destiny.
In worry at deathless game,
In fire of souls find shining heart,
demons of your age give sincerity.
You steal with a modest pride,
you´re marching with sheep soothsayer,
replace falling blight for fouling youth.
The storm is near at side,
deep thunder searches for betrayer,
lightning and cold is mercy’s howling truth.
Turn back to the sky, like aiming flying high,
it's running wild mystery and maybe waiting.
Deed before die, only dawn will teach you to fly.
In the sky is shining you highbred star
and waiting for me…
