Atlas
(专辑: The Saberlight Chronicles - 2022)
I
am something ancient I
am something yet to be This body is my chronicle and history Sail beyond this heart of mine Find life beyond its reach Make me a
mark upon this tapestry Oh, how the
gold of morning grows apropos To the
fate that may fall at our feet If I
can stand I'll raise a
hand to bear the
days unseen Save the
knowledge and the
knight Pray that we'll be sanctified Hope's enough to bear the
sky So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie That sacrifice is justified Oh, better yet to do than die So bear the
sky these calloused hands of mine Make of me a
miracle that I
might better be Give me enough to be enough, to be worthy Fickle is the
trust that I, in fables, trust to see Hide these, the
quivers in my heartbeat Oh, how the
gold of morning grows apropos To the
fate that may fall at our feet If I
can stand I'll raise a
hand to bear the
days unseen Save the
knowledge and the
knight Pray that we'll be sanctified Hope's enough to bear the
sky So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie That sacrifice is justified Oh, better yet to do than die So bear the
sky these calloused hands of mine I'll soon know if I
can go to fight for what my heart keeps hold, but If I
try this gilded life with guilt imbue 'til I
grow old The
avarice I
see in this will haunt me if I'm wrong But if I
stand and raise no hand then how can I
How can I
go on? Save the
knowledge and the
knight Pray that we'll be sanctified Hope's enough to bear the
sky So make of me an Atlas, I
Hold upon this bitter lie That sacrifice is justified Oh, better yet to do than die So bear the
sky these calloused hands of mine