Songtext von Solitary Shell

Shiny minstrels of worn out time look down upon you and me sing their praise of a time long gone when freedom meant more than life Kings would hold on to all Gods given the swords and armour bright Ground would shake below his feet the day of the freedom call It's all in the flow of the mysterious travelling show It's all in the flow, this ever confusing show In the end that's all I know King is afraid to lose the grip he's tired and not so well He'll walk all night on shaky ground and dine with the dogs of hell. A single whisper will crack the wall a song is a wrecking ball Lost in the vortex of friend and foe a solitaire in his shell And it's all in the way that every kingdom fall and it's all in the way all good men must go