The Elder Songtext
von Isaurian

A plight
From a failed decision
The scent
Of a summer gone by

The cracks
On a decades old table
The eyes
Make the face so worn out

Bittersweet denial
Senselesness of wisdom
Acrimonious heart
Make me hope

I dreamed of old friends again

I was surrounded by saints


Hide from your past
Head down in shame
Gaze long at your soul

Every breath counts
On the way to
The last overfall

Bittersweet denial
Senselesness of wisdom
Acrimonious heart
Make me hope

Old man, new life
Without a fight

Bittersweet denial
Senselesness of wisdom
Acrimonious heart
Bring me real belief
I can′t see the light
I'll be born again