Halo Slave

Every bone and every pound of flesh aligned and stacked in a magical way

I spoke and reconsidered your death as I touched the doubter star

The scent of life, the essence of creation died, died

Died in the rise and fall of tide

I will gain, I will lose, nothing!

One last chance, find your way

Lose yourself or breakaway

Every bone and every pound of flesh aligned and stacked in a magical way

I spoke and reconsidered your death as I touched the doubter star

The scent of life, the essence of creation were merging once in a magical way

The scent of life, the essence of creation were such a beauty that now has died

Ultimis horis et aperta porta

Ultimis horis

Curre!

They say miracles happen in the age of those who wait

Void ambitions, lack of proof, add to life a bitter taste

Solitude is a gift

The flow of gold and treasures

We were born in banishment

Chaos is the universe

One last chance, find your way

Lose yourself or breakaway

Only greys are covering what we think, you have to choose; your logic or your waive

The storm of fear will come and moor you down, so never preach on how to be a brave

The scent of life, the essence of creation were merging once in a magical way

The scent of life, the essence of creation were such a beauty that now has died