Lure Songtext
von Colliding Worlds
Lure Songtext
An unknown whisper
Familiar
Chanting tempting tunes
Enticing, it leads me
And as I follow
The owls croak
The path is old
Misty and cold
Leading through
Ancient ruins
Do I know this place?
Or just a lure?
Oh, this forlorn Will, a reflection of all
Ashes and Dust, Life and existence
All that is lost and all that will follow
Leading to nowhere, a search without end
And a feeling of home, an inflicted paramnesia
Attracted by the light, Enigma of our Time
That brings enlightenment and carries us through the Silence
Harbringer of Sorrow and Herald of joy, a paradox within
These unfathomable depths, it takes without a word
And as I carry on
Follwoing blindly again
The radiance will tell the truth
Why would it lie to me?
Yet solitude is spreading (slowly)
Distance and Callousness
Will this light show me the answer?
Or take whats left of me?
Oh, this forlorn Will, a reflection of all
Ashes and Dust, Life and existence
All that is lost and all that will follow
Leading to nowhere, a search without end
And a feeling of home, an inflicted paramnesia
Familiar
Chanting tempting tunes
Enticing, it leads me
And as I follow
The owls croak
The path is old
Misty and cold
Leading through
Ancient ruins
Do I know this place?
Or just a lure?
Oh, this forlorn Will, a reflection of all
Ashes and Dust, Life and existence
All that is lost and all that will follow
Leading to nowhere, a search without end
And a feeling of home, an inflicted paramnesia
Attracted by the light, Enigma of our Time
That brings enlightenment and carries us through the Silence
Harbringer of Sorrow and Herald of joy, a paradox within
These unfathomable depths, it takes without a word
And as I carry on
Follwoing blindly again
The radiance will tell the truth
Why would it lie to me?
Yet solitude is spreading (slowly)
Distance and Callousness
Will this light show me the answer?
Or take whats left of me?
Oh, this forlorn Will, a reflection of all
Ashes and Dust, Life and existence
All that is lost and all that will follow
Leading to nowhere, a search without end
And a feeling of home, an inflicted paramnesia
Writer(s): Ben Trinkle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
