Every Hour Wounds

Walking on the gallows ground,

Rope tightly around the neck

Raven-bird on each shoulder waiting for the pick

Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not exist

On the endless road leading to nowhere

Let the sounds and light wash over

Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy

Blow burning flames into your soul

Reveal the truth between the lines

In this world every hour wounds

Every second draws blood

Every moment delivers pain

If you choose so

In this world every hour kills

Every minute seeps despair

There is nothing but suffering

If you decide so

Walking on the gallows ground,

Rope tightly around the neck

Flock of vultures circling above,

Waiting for the feast

Reaching through the blackest sky

For the brightest star

Seeking for the guidance

From the night that never dawns

Guided by empty promises

Charmed by hollow words

No truth or answers could be found

Nothing but years numbered in me

Gods are great, but the heart, the heart is greater

From our wounds they're born, from our sadness they grow

Gods are strong, but the mind, the mind is stronger

In our scars they dwell, but in our hearts they burn