Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sand In The Wind, artist - Týr. Album song How Far to Asgaard, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Sand In The Wind |
Lifetime is short compared to the time the earth has existed in |
Earth’s lifetime compared to that of the great universe |
Equally short, our images of the world that we populate |
Die harder, our fate and our images |
Seen through our eyes might well be lies |
What access do we have to the world we’re living in |
Is this a dream that we live, it’s hard to believe |
What proof can there be of life, I just think that |
It’s strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground |
And make believe that this is all, as we know what all is |
And strange how how we can’t understand |
Compared, earth is only a grain of sand |
When faced with this, I can’t deny that ignorance is bliss |
When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see |
The great eternal unperceived, what is existence |
Are these things real although unseen |
And what does it matter that we have been |
Like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence |
Kill the fire, cut the wire, deny desire, be a liar, watch me then |
Feed the fire, pull the wire, then take it higher than lie, don’t waste breath |
on it |
While we think redemption will save us from temptation |
We can’t escape religion whatever it’s origin, is there no |
Way out of the madness, it’s only brought us sadness |
Consider it an illness in life, why did it never seem |
Strange how we all walk around, on visitors feet upon our ground |
And make believe that this is all, as we know what all is |
And strange how how we can’t understand |
Compared, earth is only a grain of sand |
When faced with this I can’t deny that ignorance is bliss |
When all things flow eternally, and no man is ever there to see |
The great eternal unperceived, what is existence |
Are these things real although unseen |
And what does it matter that we have been |
Like grains of sand blow in the wind, so is our existence |