although the tracks are still fresh
in these chambers only few can move
many lay scattrered around their hands are!
reaching! praying! grasping!
reaching! praying! grasping!
these gates open for chosen!
these gates open for chosen!
reaching! praying! grasping!
reaching! praying! grasping!
like a fossil tree
wich has borne no fruit
sad had been my life
sadder still the end
and I am leaving leaving
no fruit behind me!
many are called only few are chosen
many are called only few are chosen!
although the tracks are still fresh
in these chambers only few can move
many lay scattrered around their hands are!
reaching! praying! grasping!
reaching! praying! grasping!