Peace In My Hands Lyrics - Dark Millenium

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun 

guilty for keeping the life command 

winds grow to stroms, storms bear futher sons 

this is my breed ... this is the cycle of need. 

If you play for me - I cannot be. 

Lost in you and nothing 

but peace 

in my hands 

nothing but a smalltalk with my death 

nothing but 

a pioneer who climbs the 

highest mountain 

to fall 

And the course of the stream 

makes us to madme we've never been 

awakes the psychopath who rests 

to watch the suffering process. 

You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be 

Los in you and nothing 

but peace 

in my hands 

nothing but a smalltalk with my death 

nothing but 

a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain 

just to fall ...