A few steps ahead is the gate from where I came I was brought here by angels They saw me in sadness and pain My wounds will never heal Every time I walk in my garden of flowers Trying to feel alive again, but I fail Nothing more than a dead leaf I have become Why am I so far away from home The pale faces of my ten feet high statues Are crying tears of blood Their wings are broken and lies scattered in the snow No more I regret my deeds
The gods created me this way To hear the thunder before it strikes To dream about things that will happen To be the one you so much hate
We hear the voices from the past Their anger spread among us Some may hear it some may not We who hear them are guardians of the truth once lost Our path not yet revealed But I know these lands are not meant for my feets to walk
I levitate above the flames from hell The gods scream their anger towards me I'm their scapegoat but still their equal My sword will be their destiny Their blood shall free my children My dragon banner will rise From every castle a hail will be heard
The gods created me this way To hear the thunder before it strikes To dream about things that will happen To be the one you so much hate
