[INSTRUMENTAL] [INSTRUMENTAL] Time runs and leaves behind the traces of who we were, fading out of mind. Who will remember the dreams I sowed? The wind takes them, and I wondered, though: Will memories endure or fade away, or in the silence, will they decay? Among the stars in the darkened skies, there's an ancient fear of being mere sighs. [Pre-Chorus] What will I leave behind? A mark on this world, undefined? If the end is certain, what will stay after time takes it all away? [Chorus] No one will hear my scream; this feeling cuts like a painful seam. Every day I cling to the ancient rite, anguish tears through my mind's fight. All that's left is a contrite heart before this daily pain I can't outsmart. I spoke much about this Myth, my arch-enemy: Oblivion's abyss. I want to leave more than a name in the sand, a trace that time's web won't disband. But who am I when the lights fade away? Will anyone still remember me someday? If all I've done dissolves in the end, and the voices I loved can't comprehend, I seek a meaning I never found, an eternal echo that makes no sound. [Pre-Chorus] What will I leave beyond the void? A whisper in the wind, a dream destroyed? If life is brief, how do I know I've lived? Who will recount the story I give? [Chorus] No one will hear my scream; this feeling cuts like a painful seam. Every day I cling to the ancient rite, anguish tears through my mind's fight. All that's left is a contrite heart before this daily pain I can't outsmart. I spoke much about this Myth, my arch-enemy: Oblivion's abyss. [INSTRUMENTAL] I am the resurrection and the life he who believes in me, though he may die, shall live. But no! It's not just that! (the communion of Saints!) There are promises that will be fulfilled! (the forgiveness of sins!) Our purpose is not in this earthly sphere! (the resurrection of the dead!) But in the plan of the Eternal Creator (eternal life!) [INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE] No one will hear my scream, (the communion of Saints!) this feeling cuts like a painful seam. (the forgiveness of sins!) Every day I cling to the ancient rite (the resurrection of the dead!) anguish tears through my mind's fight (eternal life!) All that's left is a contrite heart (the communion of Saints!) before this daily pain I can't outsmart (the forgiveness of sins!) I spoke much about this Myth (the resurrection of the dead!) my arch-enemy: Oblivion's abyss. (eternal life!) Eternal life! Eternal life! Eternal life! [END]
