The smoke is clearing up and I can see the face
again, the one I longed for all this time, feels like an aeon now.
Looking deep and hard into those eyes I try to
find the meaning of all this, the war and the peace,
I try to search for the meaning I wanted all
along, closing my eyes I look deep within,
Sinking in a sea of greed and gloat, the hatred
swims with me,
Everything floats away, everything that
I once held dear to my heart.
I feel the soul being lifted away, but the
pain stays to remind me what I have done.
The face of a masked man wearing the innocence
of a child trying to bury the guilt,
I can see it all in those eyes, the crying tune
of a Celtic flute and the battle cry of our souls to be free once again.
But the fire that was once there is gone now
hence the smoke in our clouded eyes.
Oh! how I longed to look into those eyes and
never thought they would be this cruel,
Wish I could believe in a god today, without
the promise of a heaven, only for a little solace.
As we keep playing in the hands of the cryptic
fate, the sense of life fades away in nothingness,
Only the longing remains in our hearts,
declaring the desire, the sacrifice all in your name, in vain.
It is the end of an era, one to be forgotten.
Only a fading whisper will remain in the ears
of time, and it ends as everything needs to, to start afresh again;
It’s a story that only time will tell.
It’s a story that only time will tell.
