Where History Lives

As daylight dies
The giant moves in to swallow me
In a belly filled with sins
Is this the ark of suffering?
I would die for your touch
Or at least a sign to believe in
In this spiral darkness
The grief is mine alone.

In this spiral of darkness
I ride the tides of the morrow.

Where history lives
In the ruins of our past
Where history lives
A place of laughter
A place of tears.

Now a place of desperate cries.

A flicker of light shining in the darkness
Assurance paid for immortality
A purified heart of stone prides my garden
In this place of gloom
Where old memories gather.

In this spiral of darkness
I ride the tides of the morrow.

Where history lives
In the ruins of our past
Where history lives
A place of laughter
A place of tears.

Remember when eyes were blinded by fever?
Handcuffed for a crime waiting for freedom
Remember the smells
Like I could relive the day?
My only fear is that memories will fade away.

In this place of shallow laughter
In this place of desperate cries
A twisting inferno of limbs
A blinding flash into the afterlife.

You could walk away with pride
As it slowly decays
The layers of delusion have vanished
From this inner narrow-mindedness.

Razor sharp claws of reality
Fear strikes a cord in my burning heart
My last breath could never tame the flame
Leaving a trail behind - of my old memories.

In this spiral of darkness
I ride the tides of the morrow.

Where history lives
In the ruins of our past
Where history lives
A place of laughter
A place of tears.

Remember our hands held together?
The urge to live
Was higher than the sky could reach
Remember the nights we spent
Under the moon?
Our place in history among the stars...
With our tears
Our fears
Our dreams
Our life...