Why do we need something else?
Why do we need this vision?
We don't have to
Oh, be afraid, we don't have to
When this song is playing.
Yet it's not enough.
This voice, this word,
This tune is tiring.
Another dawn,
Another night song
Screams silently and it's sliding on.
You can still hear it, you can
The new rhythm of old words.
The wind sweeps away, the summer is cold.
The lonely veil of a thousand dreams is flying.
In the deepest corner of our souls
The Evil is there.
Let us watch it
Let us watch it a bit longer,
This picture
That was painted by silence.
Hot glass, the light's refracted.
We are tearing along the fantasy of times.
We don't care
Where we fade away,
What we are in for.
We are still standing in the light.
Our shadows make the ice bright.
End of times...
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Vale Of Tears - End Of Times Lyrics
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Why do we need something else?
Why do we need this vision?
We don't have to
Oh, be afraid, we don't have to
When this song is playing.
Yet it's not enough.
This voice, this word,
This tune is tiring.
Another dawn,
Another night song
Screams silently and it's sliding on.
You can still hear it, you can
The new rhythm of old words.
The wind sweeps away, the summer is cold.
The lonely veil of a thousand dreams is flying.
In the deepest corner of our souls
The Evil is there.
Let us watch it
Let us watch it a bit longer,
This picture
That was painted by silence.
Hot glass, the light's refracted.
We are tearing along the fantasy of times.
We don't care
Where we fade away,
What we are in for.
We are still standing in the light.
Our shadows make the ice bright.
End of times...
Why do we need this vision?
We don't have to
Oh, be afraid, we don't have to
When this song is playing.
Yet it's not enough.
This voice, this word,
This tune is tiring.
Another dawn,
Another night song
Screams silently and it's sliding on.
You can still hear it, you can
The new rhythm of old words.
The wind sweeps away, the summer is cold.
The lonely veil of a thousand dreams is flying.
In the deepest corner of our souls
The Evil is there.
Let us watch it
Let us watch it a bit longer,
This picture
That was painted by silence.
Hot glass, the light's refracted.
We are tearing along the fantasy of times.
We don't care
Where we fade away,
What we are in for.
We are still standing in the light.
Our shadows make the ice bright.
End of times...