Song | Time Is The Fire |
Artist | Agathodaimon |
Album | Phoenix |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Skies above the endless seas | |
Engulf horizons till they disappear | |
At a sign a ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a fortress floating on wastelands | |
Flocks of cranes sail to the skies | |
Where never ending paths arise | |
Neath the blunt and timid sun | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
And die... | |
Skies full of stars above endless seas | |
Horizons till they disappear | |
An enormous ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a floating keep | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
But till I’m not six feet underground | |
My angels bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over again | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie, | |
But till I’m not six feet underground | |
My angels, bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over | |
With the passion of a new born lover | |
...Again | |
And then, I will look behind to the world | |
Like those who don’t have much to tell (each other) | |
When they can’t say what they want | |
In the shadow of these ancient walls | |
In their silence, I lay down to rest | |
In the same silence that swallowed the travelers | |
Who fell asleep in time | |
Who are now... forgotten... by æons | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
...and die | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn |
Skies above the endless seas | |
Engulf horizons till they disappear | |
At a sign a ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a fortress floating on wastelands | |
Flocks of cranes sail to the skies | |
Where never ending paths arise | |
Neath the blunt and timid sun | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
And die... | |
Skies full of stars above endless seas | |
Horizons till they disappear | |
An enormous ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a floating keep | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
But till I' m not six feet underground | |
My angels bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over again | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie, | |
But till I' m not six feet underground | |
My angels, bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over | |
With the passion of a new born lover | |
... Again | |
And then, I will look behind to the world | |
Like those who don' t have much to tell each other | |
When they can' t say what they want | |
In the shadow of these ancient walls | |
In their silence, I lay down to rest | |
In the same silence that swallowed the travelers | |
Who fell asleep in time | |
Who are now... forgotten... by ons | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
... and die | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn |
Skies above the endless seas | |
Engulf horizons till they disappear | |
At a sign a ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a fortress floating on wastelands | |
Flocks of cranes sail to the skies | |
Where never ending paths arise | |
Neath the blunt and timid sun | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
And die... | |
Skies full of stars above endless seas | |
Horizons till they disappear | |
An enormous ship shaking its masts | |
Passes by like a floating keep | |
Skies above the endless seas | |
The ship, the ocean, the days are... gone | |
But till I' m not six feet underground | |
My angels bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over again | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie, | |
But till I' m not six feet underground | |
My angels, bow to my mourning sound | |
And sing along my weeping, over and over | |
With the passion of a new born lover | |
... Again | |
And then, I will look behind to the world | |
Like those who don' t have much to tell each other | |
When they can' t say what they want | |
In the shadow of these ancient walls | |
In their silence, I lay down to rest | |
In the same silence that swallowed the travelers | |
Who fell asleep in time | |
Who are now... forgotten... by ons | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
They pass away, like a lie | |
Likewise lives and youth pass by | |
... and die | |
Time is the water in which we drown | |
Time is the fire in which we burn |