Lyrics
crushing diamonds to sand
it s the nature of your heart
crushing diamonds to sand
No more on the run no more, going far away you re the deepest thinker, you keep playing the pretender yeah
a traitor to the things you love
You re lonely as the sun, sending deceiving winds
You keep playing the pretender yeah, you are dreaming far to a distant morning, crushing diamonds to sand
your victory won t take you higher higher
yeah ooh ah all right
You are dreaming far to a distant morning, burning the turning wheel, like a judas you re a liar
Walking all alone, pounding in the cold
Building your world of sin, yeah ooh ah all right Black, you re a killer for desire
winding scars inside the warrior
When the past has turned, betraying all the ones you love
Sending deceiving winds, you wave no flag of weak surrender
it s the nature of your heart
You re lonely as the sun, a traitor to the things you love
Going far away you re the deepest thinker, pounding in the cold
Yeah ooh ah all right, when the past has turned
You re lonely as the sun, you re lonely as the sun
Building your world of sin, hiding deep in your coldest sorrow
Healing wounds of killing war yeah, it s a rising wind and you heart is winter Black, you re a killer for desire
Burning the turning wheel, burning the turning wheel
crushing diamonds to sand
when the past has turned
Like a judas you re a liar, betraying all the ones you love
Your victory won t take you higher higher, you wave no flag of weak surrender
Bleeding doorways of time, and when it all falls down
i can tempt you with desire desire
A traitor to the things you love, like a judas you re a liar
No more on the run no more, it s a rising wind and you heart is winter
Into a roaring silence, i am evil i am fire
You keep playing the pretender yeah, when the past has turned
and when it all falls down
I can tempt you with desire desire, a traitor to the things you love Spirit, it s the nature of your heart
You wave no flag of weak surrender, sending deceiving winds Spirit, i can tempt you with desire desire
You re a devil playing god, it s the nature of your heart Jorn, riding a demon wind