| Song | On The Threshold Of Eternity |
| Artist | Ajalon |
| Album | On the Threshold of Eternity |
| Here I lay with nothing but broken heart. | |
| I gaze across this wasteland that | |
| I’ve made. | |
| Locked in this prison, this fortress of my own design | |
| I’d leave in an instant, if | |
| I were not so afraid. | |
| I look for some reason, in childhood’s heady days | |
| Some explanation, ah, the fortunes of war. | |
| Now I stare in the mirror, the face of a traitor and through the shifting fog comes a truth | |
| I’d failed to see before.. | |
| Dearest one, | |
| Oh my sweet child. | |
| I never wanted you to face this dark day. | |
| Please realize, won’t you understand. | |
| I never left you, it was you who walked away. | |
| The world spins around, so it goes without mercy | |
| I wait for the end - gone - and no one will know | |
| Somewhere inside, a little boy struggles the wall collapses, and the tears begin to flow. | |
| Child I know, how it feels to be laid bare. | |
| Poured out like water, dispised and alone. | |
| I’ve made a way, were once there was no passage. | |
| You can be set free from all you’ve done what have you to loose? | |
| This frightened child, creeps behind the shattered walls. | |
| Stepping gingerly around the shards of broken glass to find a corner in the dark and wait for rescue or at the worst for the conqueror to come. | |
| I cannot move, | |
| I cannot Breathe, and | |
| I’m so tired. | |
| Oh God you must be there, | |
| I have nothing left. | |
| I have nothing left, and | |
| I can’t fight anymore. | |
| Please help me! | |
| Come to me. | |
| I will give you rest | |
| I will take your burden, and comfort you. | |
| I will give you, beauty for your ashes. | |
| Mourn no more. | |
| Come, take my hand. | |
| What is this, my eyes do not see? | |
| Yet my heart is alive and it trembles within me | |
| One name escapes my trembling lips and the light tears the darkness that surrounded me. | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| Child arise! | |
| Alive I stand unsteady at first. | |
| Like an eaglet with yet untried wings. | |
| But the power and freedom that shouts within me. | |
| Pushes me out to see this shining thing. | |
| Through the threshold and into your birth. | |
| With unrestrained thanks again | |
| I cry. In this new light pure and perfect | |
| I lift my head, | |
| I spread my wings and | |
| I fly. |
| Here I lay with nothing but broken heart. | |
| I gaze across this wasteland that | |
| I' ve made. | |
| Locked in this prison, this fortress of my own design | |
| I' d leave in an instant, if | |
| I were not so afraid. | |
| I look for some reason, in childhood' s heady days | |
| Some explanation, ah, the fortunes of war. | |
| Now I stare in the mirror, the face of a traitor and through the shifting fog comes a truth | |
| I' d failed to see before.. | |
| Dearest one, | |
| Oh my sweet child. | |
| I never wanted you to face this dark day. | |
| Please realize, won' t you understand. | |
| I never left you, it was you who walked away. | |
| The world spins around, so it goes without mercy | |
| I wait for the end gone and no one will know | |
| Somewhere inside, a little boy struggles the wall collapses, and the tears begin to flow. | |
| Child I know, how it feels to be laid bare. | |
| Poured out like water, dispised and alone. | |
| I' ve made a way, were once there was no passage. | |
| You can be set free from all you' ve done what have you to loose? | |
| This frightened child, creeps behind the shattered walls. | |
| Stepping gingerly around the shards of broken glass to find a corner in the dark and wait for rescue or at the worst for the conqueror to come. | |
| I cannot move, | |
| I cannot Breathe, and | |
| I' m so tired. | |
| Oh God you must be there, | |
| I have nothing left. | |
| I have nothing left, and | |
| I can' t fight anymore. | |
| Please help me! | |
| Come to me. | |
| I will give you rest | |
| I will take your burden, and comfort you. | |
| I will give you, beauty for your ashes. | |
| Mourn no more. | |
| Come, take my hand. | |
| What is this, my eyes do not see? | |
| Yet my heart is alive and it trembles within me | |
| One name escapes my trembling lips and the light tears the darkness that surrounded me. | |
| What are you waiting for? | |
| Child arise! | |
| Alive I stand unsteady at first. | |
| Like an eaglet with yet untried wings. | |
| But the power and freedom that shouts within me. | |
| Pushes me out to see this shining thing. | |
| Through the threshold and into your birth. | |
| With unrestrained thanks again | |
| I cry. In this new light pure and perfect | |
| I lift my head, | |
| I spread my wings and | |
| I fly. |