BLACK RIVER
Waiting on my soul, just waiting on my dream
For everlasting fear, Across there´s something real
The night will go, I turn my back to the east
As the earth do scorn come higher, sleep and grip
O my lord come closer, my lord come closer
My lord come closer, my lord come closer
Waiting on my soul, just waiting for me at all
For every casted beast, they visit for something real
The wind of northern cold, will turn my back to the gold and
The wind of southern breeze, will turn my back to the east
Cos I`m waiting on my soul, I stand, here, waiting for me at all
Unbury rusted bones, they`re far gone to cross the roar
I´m lost inside, I´m trapped in my selfish kind of reality
The night will go, my heart will show with my selfish kind of realm
Cos I´m Just Waiting on my soul, jJust waiting for me at all
Waiting on my soul, just waiting on my dream
For everlasting fear, Across there´s something real
The night will go, I turn my back to the east
As the earth do scorn come higher, sleep and grip
O my lord come closer, my lord come closer
My lord come closer, my lord come closer
Waiting on my soul, just waiting for me at all
For every casted beast, they visit for something real
The wind of northern cold, will turn my back to the gold and
The wind of southern breeze, will turn my back to the east
Cos I`m waiting on my soul, I stand, here, waiting for me at all
Unbury rusted bones, they`re far gone to cross the roar
I´m lost inside, I´m trapped in my selfish kind of reality
The night will go, my heart will show with my selfish kind of realm
Cos I´m Just Waiting on my soul, jJust waiting for me at all
I can see in this running i`m first and last
From the silence the pressure is growing on
I can clear this empty space alone
At least deep down, my world is going on
Waiting on my soul, Just waiting on my dream
For everlasting fear, Across there´s something real
Waiting on my soul, just waiting for me at all
For every casted beast, they visit for something real
The wind of northern cold, will turn my back to the gold and
The wind of southern breeze, will turn my back to the east
Cos I`m Waiting on my soul, I stand, here, waiting for me at all
Unbury rusted bones, they`re far gone to cross the roar
I´m lost inside, I´m trapped in my selfish kind of reality
The night will go, my heart will show wWith my selfish kind of realm
Cos I´m Just Waiting on my soul, I´m Just waiting for me at all