The Fatalist Songtext
von Restless Spirit

Descendants we are
Of malignance and grace
Desperate to crawl
(Could you speak on disaster?)
Through the emptiest space

Silent, the winds at your sail
Never again
This is no place for a man
So destined to drown


The Fatalist calls
As your mind is erased
(Come closer, here...)
Now that it′s over
(As all things, a life bled)
Tell me, what should I say?
Fuck it

Silent, the wind at your sail
Never again
This is no place for a man
Would you suffer for love?
So destined to drown
Sever my connection to now

This is no fate for a man
No, not again
Snared in the coils of your master
Would you suffer for love?
So, it's suffering then
Sever my connection to you