Слова:
Born From Pain Rising Tide

to days to come, Take me to where I belong I breath the air So cold inside Time doesn't heal I fight the tide Fight the Rising Tide Nothing ends

of life When you strip people down you'll see how they don't need their cover Is it clear and defined when fists from a simple conflict rise And we

afford Never Return Breaking stone Cracking concrete No limits pending Raging harder Breathing deeper Feeling life Will to rise Self-made man Can't take this from

text The spirit was free and had fled from its nest It was eager to grow from this sudden reprieve And thus in the woman a life was conceived From the

Angsaar, that same bestial horror which had smitten the King and seized the Crystal of Mera from his gauntleted fist, swooped screaming from the crimson

tide The demon has arrived - arise from the sleep The secrets behind the black endless void Fearfull thoughts with hate in his eyes Arrives from the darkened sky Born

Riding high on the tide of pain Come and die within my flame The temple of sin has let you in Gone is the light let the night begin Horn of flesh rising

will stain the sand In darkness falls, the worst story I've ever told The tale of my soul Can you take me from the ground, where my ghost was born, And

try to rise above it all but the world is so big and I'm so small I wonder why I was even born, I feel so destined just to fall Through all the pain