Rhadamantys - Inner Crisis

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Welcome to my inner circle...

as we speak for no tomorrow time avowed or death to be
what can fill out the mighty hollow descended to man possessed by fear

through our lives we search for treasures to put some sense into our life
but what we see is spectral preachers, morning stars and silent cries

optimism agonized by lives opponent, indifferent, repulsive lies

I was touched by the hand that heals and looked my saviour in her eyes

this Morgana in front of me gasping for breath I reach to the sky

I am formless but I see I lived a thousand times, set me free!!

I was touched by relieving hands and look my savious in his eyes
I can hear the tolling bells of a thousand sons will wish me well

I am formless but I see I lived a thousand times, set me free!!