(Arthur) Balanced on the brink of a night Beyond day Fighting for the right ti survive in Our ways What do you believe when it`s hard To see clear Stabbing at the heart of the denial With our spears In tact, but the knives are in my Back no matter how I try.
Monumental death is alive on my Blade Scattered like a myth it entwines in My brain Strong in my belief when it`s hard to See clear Standing with defiance and facing My fears This rout, burns an endless pyre of Doubt fueled prodigal design.
There by the grace of Gods There in the face of Gods There for the sake of gods There in the wake of Gods Go I
I feel the mountain getting steeper, I`m sliding in clay Now I`m only keeping the lions At bay Whispers on the boarder, invasion Is near Watching the horyzen, the signs are Now clear We`ll fight, on the other side of Night until the day we die
There by the grace of Gods There in the face of Gods There for the sake of gods There in the wake of Gods Go I