Lirama

Wings of fire burn the night
Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet
Let the past cling on to
Its futile self
And may the present rush
For the future's glare

refrain:
Grave to cradle, cradle to grave
So infity clash
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
In twofold matter

Two forces gone full circle
Never shall one of the other grow fond
Join me, the time is upon us

He spoke
And in fury
We flew

Far beyond the limits of time
Disown the borders of life itself
Crafted and moulded all in one form
Split up and scattered in the world that we own

Grow
Towards me
Beknight the strength of the symbiosis
Backwards striving
Counterparts with
Different eyes have observed
Of time
Unconditional
Of time
Unconditional

refrain

Tell of days to come
Tomorrow remembered
Your yesterday, my future

Recollection of the day
Delusions cast where dead trees sway

The sabre that separates
Is the candle that burns both ends

Born from death you now confront me
Back to death with my life I take you
Die more with each movement of mine