[Music / Lyrics by Torbjærn Weinesjæ] Somewhere there's a gathering In a place where time exist The aisle of finest marble And walls of purest gold Be quiet don't speak Hear the silence whispering the secrets Hear the walls echo dreams from the past Be still, your in the temple Of Gods spirit, try to understand Whispers straight to the heart Precious is the time you give Precious is the life you live Cleanse your soul, your thoughts They will revive, so alive Thoughts they will revive Telling no lies The walls are still speaking In the temple The walls are still screaming Open your eyes In the temple Be quiet don't speak You are in the temple, time to learn to breathe Portrait the saviour, there's a crown to receive Lock the door, toss the key The fool of death, down on his knees Wants to pray, wants to stay Don't let him in His lounge could easily sweep you away Act with dignity You're an heir to the King of kings Who's message you bear deep down within Sweet as honey is the fruit of life Sweet as honey, bitterness will lie Fill your halls with jewels that never die Jewels that never die Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com