The Shroud Lyrics - High Time - Excalion

In his sign 

You will see these golden letters 

Make sure that no one enters 

My mighty high house 

During the years 

Every desire slowly walked in 

Decorated walls are talking 

Of riches and fame 

And now he can tell 

When your heart is made out of gold 

It's going to weigh like hell 

Ever wonder if all was worthwhile? 

Seen through the haze? 

You never found 

Pockets in the shroud 

Hear the thunder and brimstone raining 

The rats in the race 

They never found 

Pockets in the shroud 

What is left 

Not so much of children's stories 

But a basement full of worries 

Deep underground 

Once long ago 

All the crossing roads were still there 

When your hair has long since turned silver 

There is no return 

Who would have believed 

A fool had built a house out of 

The years he left unlived 

Sky is coming down 

Lightshow and the bitter rain 

Echoing sound of pairs of boots 

They are walking up a hill 

On the borderlines of sleep 

On such a day 

It is fine that it should rain