Besedila: Tristania. Rubicon. The Passing.

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Feel, my hands are turning cold
Time will fill this endless void
As the fires light the sky
At safe distance
I see fear

Chasing my deliverance
I cross the burning
Borderline
I close my eyes
But still I dare not sleep tonight

This rhythm I pass on
See the land it's carved upon
See my fate for what it is
In your eyes it's a loss
Or victory

Facing my deliverance
Across the border
Fleeing my
Affliction and
My treason
My sweet misery