Moonspell - Awake/Abysmo

Awake!

Awake... for all is dying, even the dead
We are our Past failing to come back
All of us visionaires
with a rope around our neck

abYsmo

Men with both roots and wings
they tie us down and ask us to leave
they are teachings unheard,
they are bodies on smoke

Men with both roots and wings
at a singular voice we moan
our teachings mislead,
our teachings like smoke

we sleep between the storm that was
and the storm which has to come
We've learnt to learn every
whereand the very own nature has taught us to wait
difference does sound like sin , equality relief
sand that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair
on the intervals of your death

misguided demons or forthcoming heroes
each one with an important name
nothing else than an important name.
Men with both roots and wings