King Nine Will Not Return Songtext
von Silent Line

We go back to 1945
In an African desert
A plane has fallen from the sky

My desperation′s growing more intense within each passing moment
The trails with which I am faced are tearing my mind apart

Where are my men?
I am the only one here and I can't seem to find them
Our plane has crashed
Fire fly can you hear me?
I need to get out of here

I have been awoken from a dream, cannot tell what′s reality
The demons of my past continue to haunt me
This illusion that clouds my mind, consciousness reeling all the time
I hope one day the pain of this will be erased

Time measures all that's come to pass


I see my men all together it has to be them
Fata Morgana
Doubling then, I try so hard to walk towards them
They all disappear
Co-pilots grave, I have discovered it to my dismay
What is happening here?
I hope and pray for my departure from this place
A vivid delirium

It just keeps getting worse

The King Nine
It will not return
The King Nine was never seen again
The King Nine
Madness, lunacy
A tragedy and I was never there

I came to I was lost and shaken up
In that, the wreckage was twisted like my mind
My whole crew lost in sand, I am freaking out
What the fucking fuck is fucking going on?

I have been awoken from a dream, cannot tell what's reality
Piecing together my memories lapse
This illusion that clouds my mind, consciousness reeling all the time
Can I deny myself the truth in all of this?