Wrathorn

歌詞

Owerwhelmed by dream of power You cry of night and fear the day. Dreams lend you a strong identity, Reality will make you pay. Days blur into a year. What no one dares- you may, Just tray to pull throught One more day...one more day. No hope No straw to catch No god You ask to much Numb inside Let down again Pice of mind All in vain Agonized minot aur in the maze Of ordinary moments. Shape the days to your pace, Clench fists hard, holler! Treat your life like a war, Unless you fight- you' ll fall. Do what you will, live be the rule, Be the master, not his tool. No hope No straw to catch No god You ask to much. Numb inside Let down again Pice of mind All in vain