The grip no longer holds When the passion abandons The bonds no longer dutch And the rope screams you name A path of daggers but where to step
A hallway of illusions Of what was duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void
You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck maybe GodÂŽs will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers....
The crown I carry as an aura above me Is the proof of who my saviour truly is My mute cries over head My blindness is seen My tears washed away My feebleness became my strength
Duty heavy as a mountain the battle draws hear Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void You wonder fat in the lack of faith What you consider luck may be GodÂŽs will
A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers..... When love is lost Only hate will remain