Runes

Fear of the sacred We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here. And so I scream, "Return to me. Return to me. Return to me." Breathe slowly; take shallow breaths So I shut you down; there's nothing left Why are all the saints sick of

I am forever the watcher, Oath Sworn protector, Foretold your Saviour, I won't abandon you, I cannot lose you, I won't throw this hope away, the hope you once knew, I pray this sickness never ends. I will not leave you, to suffer at the hands of sin.

We've seen the signs, we chose the path Our fate was bound to stone I saw a time we when we were free A glimpse of pure redemption I believe That our luck is changing We believe Let our minds be our guide I have seen, the lines of our journey I have