Himmelfall - Tristania

The familiar taste of the bullet you bite

It’s your kind — the flaws of your mind

As you fall from above to a place with no love

Free your dog of desire

The familiar face of the fear that you fight

Reappears — and you’re left behind

Find your seat — now the tide and its choir are here

Hum along — drown your silence

Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled

Raise your glass for those whose names were never called

Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun

Raise your glass for those who lost — whose games were never won

All the feelings and tears you fight to be here

Will be gone — will expire

Swing the axe for those who ran but never crawled

Raise your glass for those whose names were never called

Swing the axe for those who looked into the sun

Raise your glass for those who lost — whose games were never won

Swing the axe for those who always hit the mark

Raise your glass for those who lost — whose hearts were never sparked

Swing the axe for those who killed your final hopes

Raise your glass for those who smiled — swaying from their ropes