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• Artiste: Masayoshi Soken
• Titre: To The Edge
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One brings shadow, one brings the light Two toned echoes, tumbling through time Three score wasted, ten cast aside Fourfold knowing, no end in sight I remember, in blackened silence Our surrender, a somber reverie Slowly drifting down into twilight Ever sifting through fading memories Now I'm thinking, "Well, was it worth it?" As I led them, to fight another war I resent this descent to madness Come and save us, yet just before we fall Riding home - riding home Finding hope - don't lose hope Like broken angels, wingless, cast from heaven's gates (Our slumbering demons awake) We won't get far when falling, falling far from grace (You'll take off, spread out your wings) And like a message in a bottle cast to sea (Disgraced, untouched and unseen) And to their ends our candles burn, until we're free In monochrome melodies, our tales are painted in red (Bringing me to the edge) Deep inside, we're nothing more than scions and sinners In the rain, tonight our time is nigh! Yes, time circles endlessly, the hands of fate train ahead (Pointing to the edge) All things change - drawn to the flame, to rise from the ashes To begin, we first must see the end! One brings shadow, one brings the light Two toned echoes, tumbling through time Three score wasted, ten cast aside Fourfold knowing, no end in sight One brings shadow, one brings the light Two toned echoes, tumbling through time Three score wasted, ten cast aside Fourfold knowing, no end in sight Lost to vengeance, we cast the first stone In our cages, we know not what we do Indecision, here at the crossroads Recognition, tomorrow's come too soon All the bloodied, like lambs to slaughter At the mercy of those who grab a sword As the star went, hid underwater We're forgotten, for now and evermore Riding home - riding home Finding hope - don't lose hope Without our compass, wandering, lost in lies of faith (They've slowly wasted away) Or we can dive in, finding deaths at her embrace (At last, we put out our flames) On hands and knees we pray to gods we've never seen (Come, shadow, come follow me) The final hour upon us, no more time to grieve In monochrome melodies, our tales are painted in red (Bringing me to the edge) Deep inside, we're nothing more than scions and sinners In the rain, tonight our time is nigh! Yes, time circles endlessly, the hands of fate trained ahead (Follow me to the edge) All things change - drawn to the flame, to rise from the ashes To begin, we first must see the end!