Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Witness, artist - Whyzdom. Album song From the Brink of Infinity, in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 20.09.2009
Record label: Ascendance
Song language: English
The Witness |
Kyrie, kyrie eleison |
Kyrie, kyrie eleison |
Kyrie eleison |
Kyrie eleison |
I had a dream last night |
The same old dream I’ve had every night since I was a child: |
There’s a little girl lost in the middle of an immense battlefield |
There is fire and rage everywhere |
She has a sword and a feather in her hands |
Close your eyes, don’t leave me here alone |
Do you hear the angels crying? |
Helpless they’re waiting for me in the dark |
Come with me, there’s no way out |
I cannot escape the rage and the fire |
I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands |
I shall be the silent witness in the dark |
The time has come, I can see Death walking all around |
Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand |
Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand |
I’m cold inside, I am just a little girl in a game I don’t understand |
Don’t leave me here alone |
Now look at these men in shining uniforms |
Carrying their guns like a scepter of joy and glory |
They fall with fear and madness in their eyes |
Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind |
There is blood on this blade, there is blood on your face |
Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind |
There is fear in your eyes, there is blood in your hands |
Deep inside your heart, deep inside your soul |
There is war outside and you don’t even know why |
There is no way out, there’s nowhere to hide |
Now’s the time for you to get on your knees and pray |
Look at them, there’s madness in their eyes |
And fear on their face, the fear for losing their lives |
Randomly they shoot in the dark |
Surrounded by the tears, the cries and the fire |
While I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands |
I shall be the silent witness in the dark |
On the brink of tears, I can see death walking all around |
Now look at the suffering, listen to the cries: |
Too late for you to open their eyes! |
The core of the problem in their natures lies: |
There’s war in their hearts, they don’t even know why! |
Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand |
Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand |
O Mothers, how long will you have to cry |
With your children dying in your arms? |