barren lands

the wolves will ride with you
and the moon above will shine
in the hope to break free too
from those neverending nights
breakaway from the quarantine
that leaves the deepest scars
all you see now becomes yours
from ruined lifes to the skies

still you fail to see
the price of your liberty

three more steps you´re inside
the cave in which truth lies
the fallen children have cried
all the tears you could find
now you begin to see destinies
that without faith intertwine
despair becomes your frailty
and memories flood your eyes

now you start to see
the price of your liberty

the farthest reaches reached
it fails on you, no answers
greet you here, no results
from upholding that cancer
you became inside your head
now you wish you were dead
but the reaper fails you too
only your hell stands by you

and now all you feel
is the price of your liberty
fail the future, your past is near