Epiclore - Fields Of The Beyond

Until the time I'd be crossing the line
oblivion leaving the certain things away
This is the sign I've been longing to find
Don't want to wait until there is nothing to say

Ashen and black are the leaves of the fall
during the nightfall, dance of the shadows I see
Out from the mist came a silent call:
angel of glory accepting ascension for me...

Flowing through the hands of time
strong is the legacy taking me where I belong
Judgement bell begins to chime
Quietness I'll be encountering from this day on
on the Fields of The Beyond

Neither despair nor depressiveness
cover the gates to the holy land of the free
Days of the past are now meaningless
this is a start of a life in purity

Flowing through the hands of time
strong is the legacy taking me where I belong
Judgement bell begins to chime
Quietness I'll be encountering from this day on
on the Fields of The Beyond

Estates abound in the men
who've finally come to tranquillity
I am now one denizen:
Sometimes the meaning of life is unbound:
I know there is one yet it is to be found
Pursue the path and and it leads you and guides through hell...

Flowing through the hands of time
strong is the legacy taking me where I belong
Judgement bell begins to chime
Quietness I'll be encountering from this day on
on the Fields of The Beyond