Witness Songtext
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Witness Songtext
Rain fears no fire
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost in the roar
Dark clouds encroach
And drag the light out of the midday sun
Standing stones surround the confluence of nine into one
Overhead, seven monuments to years gone by
Seem to call upon the wind to scour the mountainside
And imbue the stones with a life all their own
And from the voices of the young and wild
A howling tempest takes its form
Silent and paralyzed, thousands of upturned eyes
Behold the approaching storm
Rain fears no fire
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost in the roar
Great multitudes lie asleep and waiting
Caught in the gears of the groaning machine
As worlds assemble themselves out of sight
Nestled among the evergreens
Two columns of stone adorned with the Wayfarer′s seal
Rise through the vault of eternity no man can know
And the wide-eyed shuffling denizens of the unreal
Never suspect what goes on in the chambers below
A torch on the wall of the lodestone corridor
Ignites a threadbare tapestry older than dreams
The blaze illuminates a staircase
Descending to a long-forgotten door
And the lock that bars it closed
Is not as unbreakable as it seems
Down where all is still, nothing grows
Every sound disappears
Save only the old dead words that no one hears
Rain fears no fire
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost forever in the roar
Thousands of upturned eyes that should have been weeping
Instead are blistering beneath the open sky
Beyond the sea
The dreamers who should have been sleeping
Glimpse, for a moment, the destiny they must defy
Borne upon the wistful wind
Spirited away by the frailest prayer
Wailing through the threnody
One voice becomes a symphony
Wanderlust shall be its only dream
And those who remain shall speak its name
A tragedy in song
Apostasy the winds portend
From battlements upon the crags of dawn
I witness the end
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost in the roar
Dark clouds encroach
And drag the light out of the midday sun
Standing stones surround the confluence of nine into one
Overhead, seven monuments to years gone by
Seem to call upon the wind to scour the mountainside
And imbue the stones with a life all their own
And from the voices of the young and wild
A howling tempest takes its form
Silent and paralyzed, thousands of upturned eyes
Behold the approaching storm
Rain fears no fire
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost in the roar
Great multitudes lie asleep and waiting
Caught in the gears of the groaning machine
As worlds assemble themselves out of sight
Nestled among the evergreens
Two columns of stone adorned with the Wayfarer′s seal
Rise through the vault of eternity no man can know
And the wide-eyed shuffling denizens of the unreal
Never suspect what goes on in the chambers below
A torch on the wall of the lodestone corridor
Ignites a threadbare tapestry older than dreams
The blaze illuminates a staircase
Descending to a long-forgotten door
And the lock that bars it closed
Is not as unbreakable as it seems
Down where all is still, nothing grows
Every sound disappears
Save only the old dead words that no one hears
Rain fears no fire
Just as the tide fears no shore
The sound of marching will be lost forever in the roar
Thousands of upturned eyes that should have been weeping
Instead are blistering beneath the open sky
Beyond the sea
The dreamers who should have been sleeping
Glimpse, for a moment, the destiny they must defy
Borne upon the wistful wind
Spirited away by the frailest prayer
Wailing through the threnody
One voice becomes a symphony
Wanderlust shall be its only dream
And those who remain shall speak its name
A tragedy in song
Apostasy the winds portend
From battlements upon the crags of dawn
I witness the end
Writer(s): Christopher Michael Stewart, Jonthomas Socia, Joshua Stephen Kay, Erich Gerard Ulmer, Steven Vincent Soderberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com