Fates Warning
At Fates Hands
Ours is the cry of the helpless, toldIn the timeless truth of the written wordTrapped by the tempest of the blindOur muted calls can't be heardHelpless as we standAmidst the push of thoughtless handsWe are adrift without directionIn a raging storm on a calm seaClinging to our expectationsTo stem the tide of destinyHelpless as we fallBeneath the crush of waters walls
From Letras Mania