Endless Journey Songtext
von Isgaard

Humble-born on a winter night. With heads
Held high he dreamed his eyes could face the
Light. Ground was cold, the world was dumb,
But something made him leave for good

All alone he walked across the wastelands
Gaps to cross with scratches on his feet
Still walking on

Garing city-lights, that blind his eyes
Something wakes up and rises fast to oversize
Then it dies


Skin on skin and lips that make him fly
Secret flavours all around, feelings run high
Silent heat, that rises fast to oversize
Then it dies

Still moving on
No doubt he could be wrong
Still feeling strong

Something′s coming up, a kind of weakness
Doubts disturb his constant flow of life
Roads are blocked, the signs, they say no access
Still walking on