क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
André Anta
Songwriter
Matias Iparraguirre
Songwriter
Brian Thomas Petersen
Songwriter
गाने
There was this being before
It becomes another form
Some sort of escapist amongst gods
Kind of a traveller
Like a storyteller
A passenger for some
A far lone sibling gone
Coming...
It is coming soon
There 's nothing you can do
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!
There 's nothing you can do
Nor my kin! Nor my flesh!
This sibling is a soulmate pest
He walks the garden with a word in hand
Understanding is a game of chess
You already lost your edge
You 're just a pawn in chess
You are a shapless edge
Savior calling. Horizon 's falling
Ask you who brings your end
There was this thing before
It was calling to your door
Now it's too late to close the gates of your eyes
Can't close your eyes anymore even in this weird dream world
Life it's easier so might seem
This is the true eucharist
Eucharist!
Writer(s): André Anta
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