Every Hour Wounds Insomnium

Walking on the gallows ground, Rope tightly around the neck Ravenbird on each shoulder waiting for the pick Chasing for the shadows, ideal that does not exist On the endless road leading to nowhere Let the sounds and light wash over Bathe the darkest corners of melancholy Blow burning flames into your soul Reveal the truth between the lines In this world every hour wounds Every second draws blood Every moment delivers pain If you choose so In this world every hour kills Every minute seeps despair There is nothing but suffering If you decide so Walking on the gallows ground, Rope tightly around the neck Flock of vultures circling above, Waiting for the feast Reaching through the blackest sky For the brightest star Seeking for the guidance From the night that never dawns Guided by empty promises Charmed by hollow words No truth or answers could be found Nothing but years numbered in me Gods are great, br, br,