Fearing not the cold.
Fearing not the danger
This heart of mine grows bold.
Now that I see your anchor
The blackness of the sea.
The ancient depth in-wreathing
To cleanse my memory
And stop the spell you're weaving.
I have seen the destined shore.
I have finally seen below the veil
I still hear those fingers dancing on the strings
I still hear those melodies deep inside of me
The sleepless nights upon the roof with raindrops fair and sweet
How can I stand as an upright man?
Eyes ahead, chin up and run?
Can we make it through the fight. Theres people dying every day
For every little right
To everything above the grave
All of my fears were made of dust. Blown into nothing by the just
By the just.
Fleetburner - The Deep Lyrics
Fleetburner - The Deep Lyrics
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Fearing not the cold.
Fearing not the danger
This heart of mine grows bold.
Now that I see your anchor
The blackness of the sea.
The ancient depth in-wreathing
To cleanse my memory
And stop the spell you're weaving.
I have seen the destined shore.
I have finally seen below the veil
I still hear those fingers dancing on the strings
I still hear those melodies deep inside of me
The sleepless nights upon the roof with raindrops fair and sweet
How can I stand as an upright man?
Eyes ahead, chin up and run?
Can we make it through the fight. Theres people dying every day
For every little right
To everything above the grave
All of my fears were made of dust. Blown into nothing by the just
By the just.
Fearing not the danger
This heart of mine grows bold.
Now that I see your anchor
The blackness of the sea.
The ancient depth in-wreathing
To cleanse my memory
And stop the spell you're weaving.
I have seen the destined shore.
I have finally seen below the veil
I still hear those fingers dancing on the strings
I still hear those melodies deep inside of me
The sleepless nights upon the roof with raindrops fair and sweet
How can I stand as an upright man?
Eyes ahead, chin up and run?
Can we make it through the fight. Theres people dying every day
For every little right
To everything above the grave
All of my fears were made of dust. Blown into nothing by the just
By the just.
Writer: KEVIN STORM
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network