Tristania - Himmelfall

HIMMELFALL The familiar taste of the bullet you bite It’s your kind – the flaws of your mind As you fall from above to a place with no love Free your dog of desire The familiar face of the fear that you fight Reappears – and you’re left behind Find your seat – now the tide and its choir are here Hum along – drown your silence Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled Raise your glass for those whose names were never called Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun Raise your glass for those who lost – whose games were never won All the feelings and tears you fight to be here Will be gone – will expire Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled Raise your glass for those whose names were never called Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun Raise your glass for those who lost – whose games were never won Swing the axe for those who always hit the mark Raise your glass for those who lost – whose hearts were never sparked Swing the axe for those who killed your final hopes Raise your glass for those who smiled – swaying from their ropes