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 thruth 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 choose 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""