(Originally recorded by Holocaust) Look out at the darkness, and you will see Just call my name and I`ll be there You cannot touch me, you would not dare I am the chill that`s in the air
And I try to get through to you, in my own special way, As the barriers crumble at the end of the day
Dark rivers are flowing back into the past You are the fish for which I cast And what of the future, what is to be As the rivers flow into the sea
And I try to get through to you, in my own special way, As the barriers crumble at the end of the day
Do not take for granted, powers out there Don`t step into the demon`s lair Time is an illusion, rising from time Steep is the mountain which we climb
And I try to get through to you, in my own special way, As the barriers crumble at the end of the day
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