Texty: Future Trail. Breaking New Ground. Players.

The rage is just closer than heaven that falls
will we remember the thousands of moments and calls?

Captured and safed and it will ever hurt
tortured and all hazy words that will now disappear.

Rivers and trees and a personal shrine
never will emptiness rule, but the silence is mine.

Hope never sleeps til our hearts will implode
world will not mourn about us and about anyone else.

THESE PARTS MAY FAIL
THIS FORCE IS HEADING TO GREY
THESE PARTS MAY FADE
THIS LOVE IS HEADING TO END

Why we're hunted by intensity?
To remain strictly on our gods way
and it hurts everyday.

Soul demands constancy give up the claims.
There is impossible something
for breaking the chains.
Never we'll speak and we never will start
let us curse heaven and all of it's arts
we will play.

THESE PARTS MAY FAIL
THIS FORCE IS HEADING TO GREY
THESE PARTS MAY FADE
THIS LOVE IS HEADING TO END

The gamblers without aim
the players in round
were functioning only.
So let us fall down
so let us fall down
to our grave.

THESE PARTS MAY FAIL
THIS FORCE IS HEADING TO GREY
THESE PARTS MAY FADE
THIS LOVE IS HEADING TO END

(Thanks to Mel for these lyrics)