Tekstovi: Blind Guardian. A Twist in the Myth. Carry The Blessed Home.

Pale faced, the innocent
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn, don't dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold, he's gone

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist
To the very end, there I'll face what I fear the most
Blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now

I would bury my dead and keep on till the end
I won't give up, I won't give up
I'll turn to the red fields of none
There's a grave, there's a rose

Drift away, I can hear me say
Soon you all shall be free
Carry the blessed home
No one's left here but me and I'll sing out your name

Call me insane, I know
I've opened my heart and my soul to you son
So pale turns the innocence and all I feel is pain
Suddenly I understand, he's gone

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist
To the very end, there I'll face what I fear the most
Blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now
But it all doesn't matter right now

Carry the blessed home
No one's left here but me and I'll sing out your name

Driven insane? Oh, no, no, no
What I feared the most I have faced and that's truth
The grey faced, not innocent
Though I cry in dismay, I will follow decay, I'll move on
Is there anyone here who knows how it feels to be wrong?

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist
To the very end, there I'll face what I fear the most
Blind my eyes but it all doesn't matter right now
But it all doesn't matter right now

Ohh, matter right now, matter right now