For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
Anyone can lie. The gifted liar is the One who you believe.
Still do my blind eyes Well with tears for the sadness Of the destructor
I once did glide on Solar winds, but transfixed by Your magnetosphere
I want you near me But the world is ending, I go it alone.
You all want a piece Of the guy made of rock, but You’ll shatter on me.