Song | Blind |
Artist | Morgana Lefay |
Album | Grand Materia |
Here I am seven centuries away | |
From the discovery | |
That led this way | |
My eyes can testify to miracles | |
You wont believe the things I've seen | |
In my immortal life | |
I see the truth behind every lie | |
And I sense who shall live | |
And who shall die | |
The knowledge of the blind humanity | |
Where insanity controls the world I weep | |
Open up your eyes | |
Knowing just as I | |
Blind | |
You are blind | |
Blind | |
The room bulges and every atom is pulsating. | |
The hollow sound of a wind chime rings pleasantly | |
In the distance. my fear is gone and a feeling of | |
Calm is spreading through my body. | |
Your chime | |
Is calling | |
I'm coming | |
I'm yours | |
Oh, time | |
Nothing | |
Matters to me anymore | |
I am harvested by the scythe of time | |
I'm not the virus that I where before | |
Time will heal all wounds I'm sure | |
Its ascending, descending course | |
Strikes with out remorse | |
Finally it finds | |
The scythe of time hits blind | |
Blind | |
You are blind | |
Blind | |
Time strikes blind |
Here I am seven centuries away | |
From the discovery | |
That led this way | |
My eyes can testify to miracles | |
You wont believe the things I' ve seen | |
In my immortal life | |
I see the truth behind every lie | |
And I sense who shall live | |
And who shall die | |
The knowledge of the blind humanity | |
Where insanity controls the world I weep | |
Open up your eyes | |
Knowing just as I | |
Blind | |
You are blind | |
Blind | |
The room bulges and every atom is pulsating. | |
The hollow sound of a wind chime rings pleasantly | |
In the distance. my fear is gone and a feeling of | |
Calm is spreading through my body. | |
Your chime | |
Is calling | |
I' m coming | |
I' m yours | |
Oh, time | |
Nothing | |
Matters to me anymore | |
I am harvested by the scythe of time | |
I' m not the virus that I where before | |
Time will heal all wounds I' m sure | |
Its ascending, descending course | |
Strikes with out remorse | |
Finally it finds | |
The scythe of time hits blind | |
Blind | |
You are blind | |
Blind | |
Time strikes blind |