The coldness of confusion
Hangs in the morning air as
Brazen bells ring reality
To announce the conqueror dawn
Removed from nights fleeting trance
Plunged headlong into cold days
Where in a circle we wander
The barren wastes of our pasts
The Ivory Gate Of Dreams II Cold DazeThe coldness of confusion Hangs in the morning air as Brazen bells ring reality To announce the conqueror dawn Removed from nights fleeting trance Plunged headlong into cold days Where in a circle we wander The barren wastes of our pasts |