Paroles de 20 Minutes / 40 Years

Tendrils extend from the cloudy black mass They slither and slide through the ones and zeroes Prophecy of collapse unfolds Last grain of sand spirals down the hole Chance has graced me with a gift Grasp at gold before the dark descends Sun beats down and panic reigns In this time of endings Eyes are shut, feet are bare For this journey I'm unprepared I walk on Sight renewed Seek new life I seek new life Walk on Seeking her, the one I wish to see She wanders the outer lands From the grasp of wolves I will pluck her Twin arteries flow with the pulse of one mighty heart