As clouds have gathered all around,
The moon has given a way for breathe,
And as the strongest winds are bound
To whisper solitude in our ears,
We march towards the path unknown,
We haven’t even stepped on it,
Already then our souls were doomed
By since we are not willing to admit.
Our souls were doomed
By since we are not willing, willing to admit!
The cards were laid, we made our bet,
The collateral has been given,
Not knowing what lies ahead,
We march towards the storms in Eden.
The midst of fight, the heads are rolling,
We’re losing ground, we’re quickly falling,
And as I turn my weary eyes,
They see the truth in outright lies:
That peace is found within oneself,
That harmony that never dies,
And only when you try yourself,
That soul of yours will rich the skies.
The cards were laid, we made our bet,
The collateral has been given,
Not knowing what lies ahead,
We march towards the storms in Eden.
And as I stand right in the storm
I hear the sound...
The cards were laid, we made our bet,
The collateral has been given,
Not knowing what lies ahead,
We march towards the storms in Eden.
The storms in Eden.
