Cem Mil Bolas De Neve
Dance Of Days
One Hundred Thousand Snowballs
Sometimes everything I say I believe in
seems so stupid and I don't even know if
I've been defeated before even raising
my weapons to the clouds.
Have my trenches
hidden me too much,
covered me in dust
and I couldn't see anything?
Theories stumble on the bar table
and deep down we know there's no longer
a gigantic dragon only
that needs to fall
for the sun to shine again one day,
and that in reality it might be
smiling at you now
as you wake up groggy
and don't know what you want.
If the pigs took over the lords' house
and walk on two legs why don't you hear
the voice that screams in your heart telling you
it's time to die
to the enemy living within you?
