I dream...I´m in the forest at winter night ...
I see...in the ground a lonely grave...
Deceased...body lying in the dark...
It´s me...
I wake up at the night in freezing cold.
In my eyes a vision from the dream..
I walk around full of fear....
I fall deep into my mind, into echoing darkness inside.
I balance on narrow string between reason and insanity.
What should I belive? Could this be a prophcy?
My sense still falling away I close my eyes and start to pray...
Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of the Moon...Reflection of Doom
...Shadows fade away as a bright light fills my mind...inside...
...Dawn of new winterday releases me from my pain...I´m saved...
...The power within me immortal soul that won´t die...I´ll survive...
...Belief grows in me Jesus Christ I have seen...He is real...
Fire burns in me with high flames.
Thoughts of death no longer frighten me.
I walk around without fear...
I tried to find the reason from life, somekind of peace of mind.
Now I tear down the lies that have covered my whole life.
Watch me now believe. Consider this as a prophecy.
I am my own lord but up there is the one I pray...
Reflection of Doom...Blood Red Face of Moon...Reflection of Doom |
