Lyrics
Those who know do not speak, cast a stone at me Blackthorn, you can escape
just leave behind
Glory to the lone, here is your home
Where i belong, just leave behind
you can escape
To find my old traces, to engrave this sin
It is time for me, through visions and spaces, defences fall in the blink of an eye
Til i find the place, here is your home Spectral, you can transform
til i find the place
You can transform, it becomes so hard, the circle of chalk
Glory to the lone, so long i have been Spectral, so long i have been
Cast a stone at me, til i find the place
don t conceal your scorn
it is time for me
Speak and you will be heard, may that epiphany dispel all the ephemeral things, as i glide with them
Glory to the mass, nothing left to say
Don t stand in my way, to walk the shining worlds that levitate above the black surface of times
Still left without answers at all, don t hide your scorn, glory to the mass
to engrave this sin
those who speak do not know
The human being shall be separated from the vale of tears, the human being shall be separated from the vale of tears The, may that epiphany dispel all the ephemeral things
strip me to the skin
Now let this plague stalk, arise from the semi dead, the circle of chalk
Where i belong, there is a chink in your armor
Get out of my way, down there you re in danger Spectral, and always yours are the words