The Scroll

The staff went through the power lines

The power lines

Some more time, is little

The life, the scroll has killed them

If you cross the line, forever asking why

Shiver only witnesses, with every move

Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint

Last morning never comes for holding to

Too soon for you too

Some more time, is little

The life, the scroll has killed them

If you cross the line, forever asking why

If there's a time close to you die

I will be plesead to meet you to see you

If you'll be going ice