The Reckoning Songtext
von Hippotraktor

Fellow pilgrim
Come caress the sunlight
Into the auburn glow
Crystalline, we′ll meet one day

Will this weight be thrown
Beside my echoing cries?
Why?


May the gods be wrong about us
May they weep with kindness
And favour our kindred eyes

I've never been
This much nothing
So little something

We wallow in inertia

Grip your heart, doubtful shepherd
Be prepared for the reckoning


Should have done more
Should have fought
Should have sung louder
Should have known