Letras
In his sign
You will see these golden letters
Make sure that no one enters my mighty high house
During the years
Every desire slowly walked in
Decorated walls are talking of riches and fame
And now he can tell
When your heart is made out of gold
It's going away like hell
Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?
See into haze
You'll never found
Pockets in the shroud
It is under a brimstone rain and
They're out in the race
They never found
Pockets in the shroud
What is left
Not so much of childrens' stories
But a basement full of worries deep underground
Once long ago
All the crossing roads were still there
When your hair's long since turned silver there is no return
Who would have believed
A fool had built house out of
The years he lived and lived
Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?
See into haze
You'll never found
Pockets in the shroud
It is under a brimstone rain and
They're out in the race
They never found
Pockets in the shroud
Sky is coming down
Light show under bitter rain
Echoing sound of pairs of boots
They are walking up a hill
On a borderline some sleep
On a sunset day
It is finally too late
Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?
See into haze
You'll never found
Pockets in the shroud
It is under a brimstone rain and
They're out in the race
They never found
Pockets in the shroud
Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?
See into haze (See into haze)
You'll never found
Pockets in the shroud
It is under a brimstone rain and
They're out in the race (Out in the race)
They never found