Keep my hopes inside A sad look yet beseeching Hear thine angels cry Their threadbare wings are singed Ever since I began my quest on these dusty roads of life Listening to the chimes, heard from the lowering skies
Oh, do I dare to touch the ashes when I fall down on my knees? But I’ll have to leave this burnt abbey and wander across the lonely heath Henceforth my kingdom lies like a dead knight in a pool of blood Blood has been sprinkled upon the stones of my brethren’s graveyard
Noi, i vostri figli, sparsi in tutto il mondo Nel tempio dei tuoi angeli, in attesa di un incontro I meant to seek any shards of the past just by wiping some undamaged icons To find a sign to make the sun shine a little brighter
Oh that is getting near the bone it’s time for me to set forth How does it feel to touch a stone with a fear of being scratched by thons? I only observe a stray falcon in flight which is in search of his ruffled eyrie But there is nothing left for us to find outside this sanctuary
Thy children lie Your lonely sons and daughters Left in the grime Stamped on in the name of Lothar
I talk to myself as I have been cursed since birth but I want this truth exposed I’m looking for a source, a healing spring for an every man of worth
(It’s my desire, from the bottom of my heart; I hope I could find you in my deserted heart I hope I could find, your might devine)