Braid in the spike All the stars in the sky Run trough the darkness And drive away the flock of "tears" Cause all the scars is just A fakes of my forgotten years
Take what is yours, time He's simple of (the) God Fight against him, die You'll lose, but he'll not
The King of dust gave wrap The rain to (the) Earth The Winds of strange brought His pain like a curse Cause all the scars is just A fakes of my forgotten years