So far away from home, beyond a distant reach
Faith whispers from the edge, returning piece by piece
A lonely point of light, captured in a final glance
A solitary hint of life, discovered it by chance
God creators, dream destroyers
Spineless cowards and fearless warriors
Hopeful children, mothers and fathers
Our blood filled river's fueled by hate
We worship heroes, kings and saints
But who's out there to save us from ourselves?
All you will ever know, all life that ever was
All you despise or love, living out their lives
This isolated speck, hurtling through the cosmic dark
Would seem to go astray if we were washed away
God creators, dream destroyers
Knowledge seekers and bold explorers
Hopeful children, mothers and fathers
Out of this place we call our home
Adrift in space, we're on our own
But who's out there to save us from ourselves?
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.