Earthride

Twisted souls grow in the blackened breeze
On a quest for sin and despair immortal disease
As you bring the sour fruit to your lips
Hope the cure will be simple and not so sick

Seeds of old
Flow through your dream
Different paths
Of life we weave

Children of the future lift your heavy heads
Prepare for darkness unblessed death
Eagerly you expect your daily bread
To be betrayed yeah, falsely led

Seeds of old
Flow through your dream
Different paths
Of life we weave

Sail on phantom tides
To the edge of the earths winds
Your self assurance on what you depend
Your mere remains is the thing you defend

Twisted souls in the blackened breeze
On a quest for sin and despair immortal disease
As you bring the sour fruit to your lips
Hope the cure will be simple and not so sick

Seeds of old
Flow through your dream
Different paths
Of life we weave