Path of the Righteous

In The Woods...


Empty
It cuts me like a razor
I am feeling cold as ice
Deep into the brain I can see

The skin of an old man
I am trying to understand
These strange eyes
End the voices in my head

Your arrows have touched me
Your right hand is too heavy on me
Because you are punished
You're indignant

There is nothing fresh on my body
Bleeding wounds are killing me
Release me from my hate
End, show me the way

Out of this pain
In the shadow of your wings
I seek humankind shelter
I can see the earth

I can see the sun
Everything is clear in my heart
I can see the moon
I can see the son

Everything is clear in my world


Autor(es): In the Woods...