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The Watcher

 

The Watcher

(álbum: From Oceans To Skies - 2015)


South winds fill the air tonight
A cold heart's lullaby
An icy figure walking
Through the city I called mine
A stream of ghastly voices
Fill the children's hearts with fear
But no one dares to harm them
For even evil left us here

Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher's weary call

Still unsure what brought me here
I wander in the dust
A whisper in the wasteland
Carries through these fields of rust
He calls a boy to follow him
To a staircase up and down
He says they're moving onward
For they're sailing heaven bound

Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher's weary call

I asked the watcher
Where I'm going from this place
His faceless smile expressed
It's a journey to embrace
I'm not wicked man
But I fear the cells below
He showed me to a door
Where it leads I cannot know

Hollow paradise
A place of spirits, and of ice
The lights have long burned out
But still the echoes give us light
Trapped inside a hall
With my portraits on the wall
The faces stare right back
As I hear the watcher's weary call

South winds fill the air tonight
A cold heart's lullaby
An icy figure walking
Through the city I called mine

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