Empty Traces, Pt. 2 Songtext
von Jacob Roberge

The streets are silent though I seem to hear
The cries of children that are nowhere near
And in the darkness lies things we wish our eyes could unsee


These wondrous places in a world we′ve known
Have turned to graveyards made of fear and stone
The world is standing still so I take my quill and I write

Under the rain of gods
We'll trust in ordinary men to shine some holy light
Yet all we seem to know
Is things we cannot change sometimes were never meant to be