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Red Handed Denial

Collector

 

Collector

(альбом: Wanderer - 2016)


Creator, can you hear me?
For I have sinned
I'm afraid that I might be the one
Will you forgive me?
Hope has bled out before you and fear has been born
Was my purpose seen fulfilled?
Has my life been worthy of glory?
Do I run? How can I move on?
Laden with the sins of yesterday

Whatever hope is now forever past
A revelation that could never last
The dreams and memories are never buried
Only following behind
It's haunting, it's menacing

I'm in a dream
He's following me
A presence lingering watching me
Deliver me and all that I've been
Begin the suffering
I saw him, I fell to my knees
His hand on my shoulder was like a disease
I heard a whisper escape from his breath
"I am the beginning, and I am the end"

Death, upon us
Surrender your soul
If I may die, how will you choose to go?
Watching me, deliver me
All that I've been
Begin the suffering

Left in unknowing
The darkness will follow
Promises hollow
The grim awaits his retrieval
Collector of souls, salvation unknown

Gravity has forsaken me
The sand in the hourglass slipping away
How do I run? How can I move on?
Laden with the sins of yesterday

Whatever hope is now forever past
A revelation that could never last
The dreams and memories are never buried
Only following behind
It's haunting, it's menacing
It's taking me away to another place

Feet don't fail me now
We're all tired souls
The raven is calling
Sowing the seeds of the end
We're singing (whoa, whoa)
We march to the beat of expiration (whoa, whoa)
Collector of souls, salvation unknown (whoa, whoa)
We march to the beat of expiration (whoa, whoa)
Collector of souls, salvation unknown (whoa, whoa)
Salvation unknown

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