Songtexte: Quiche Qualm. Unsound.
:
Awakened
Dishonored and mislead
Worse than our bodies our souls bled
Phanthasmal thoughts blend with hurtful memories
Ascending fog that leads us to bane
In ravenous cold
A bloodshed that tries us shoulder to shoulder
And dries out
Dries out the vains
Could we all lie here dead
With torn open chests
Could I ever shed my wings
For the safety of a nest
We?ve lost the sight of what we?ve been through
I see no way
These living nights of my dreamless sleep
I?m without trace
We?ve gone astray
Beyond all reference
But sensation of pain
We are wizen, wrinkled, tried
We?ve been rusting in vain
Look how clear is the sky above us
See the valley caressed gently by the wind
Feel how beckoning is the distance
How soft is the grass beneath our feet
Each step of ours that trembles the ground
Gets us more and more obsessed by fear
White with fear
Through dreams divine
Led ourselves astray
Doubtful triumph is ours
How can our hands still be tied
The heat feels to be expiring
Misbegotten sons of might
We?ve lost the sight of what we?ve been through
I see no way
These living nights of my dreamless sleep
I?m without trace
We?ve gone astray
We?ve gone astray
Awakened
Dishonored and mislead
Worse than our bodies our souls bled
Phanthasmal thoughts blend with hurtful memories
Ascending fog that leads us to bane
In ravenous cold
A bloodshed that tries us shoulder to shoulder
And dries out
Dries out the vains
Could we all lie here dead
With torn open chests
Could I ever shed my wings
For the safety of a nest
We?ve lost the sight of what we?ve been through
I see no way
These living nights of my dreamless sleep
I?m without trace
We?ve gone astray
Beyond all reference
But sensation of pain
We are wizen, wrinkled, tried
We?ve been rusting in vain
Look how clear is the sky above us
See the valley caressed gently by the wind
Feel how beckoning is the distance
How soft is the grass beneath our feet
Each step of ours that trembles the ground
Gets us more and more obsessed by fear
White with fear
Through dreams divine
Led ourselves astray
Doubtful triumph is ours
How can our hands still be tied
The heat feels to be expiring
Misbegotten sons of might
We?ve lost the sight of what we?ve been through
I see no way
These living nights of my dreamless sleep
I?m without trace
We?ve gone astray
We?ve gone astray