Who Brings Shadow Authors of our fates Orchestrate our fall from grace Poorest players on the stage Our defiance drives us straight to the edge A reflection in the glass Recollections of our past Swift as darkness, cold as ash Far beyond this dream of paradise lost
To the Edge In monochrome melodies Our tears are painted in red Deep inside we're nothing more Than scions and sinners In the rain Do light and darkness fade Yes, time circles endlessly The hands of fate trained ahead All things change, drawn to the flame To rise from the ashes.
To begin
We first must see the end