Communic - Stone Carved Eyes Lyrics
Monuments, rise upon arrivalBizzare theoriesQuestions and controversies remainLeft clues to their origin in the stonesDid isolation create this enigma?Anyone who tries to break the codeWill have to sacrifice their precious lifeWe can not make our holy God cryFire will flood from his mouth on the hillAnyone who tries to break the codeWill have to sacrifice their precious lifeWe can not make our holy God cryFire will flood from his mouth on the hillParadise, surrounded by an endless blueAlone in this worldWaiting for salvation to comeOutcasts, for reason still unknownVoyagers, found it empty and abandonedAnyone who tries to break the codeWill have to sacrifice their precious lifeWe can not make our holy God cryFire will flood from his mouth on the hillAny one who tries to break the codeWill have to sacrificeTheir one chance in lifeAnd when the darkness falls on shoresOlden rites from a secret loreStone carved eyes leaves a shadow markDeep in these eyes reads a prophecyA lost continent of liquifying stoneBurned through the crustAnd erupted into the EarthA lifeform unknownLooking out on the coming waveWaiting for what to comeMold the statue of pure fear obsessionAfraid of what to come, mold the statueAfraid of what to come, mold the statueSo observe meant to please the GodsAfraid of what to come, mold the statueSo obscure meant to please the Gods... The GodsAnd when the darkness falls on shoresOlden rites from a secret loreStone carved eyes leaves a shadow markDeep in these eyes reads a prophecyMoon dance in the skylineWhere the oceans meetTrigger the mind of the staring stone eyesA lifeform unknownLooking out on the coming waveWaiting for what to comeMold the statue so pureA lifeform unknownLooking out on the coming waveWaiting for what to comeMold the statue of pure fear obsessionAnd when the darkness falls on shoresOlden rites from a secret loreStone carved eyes leaves a shadow markDeep in these eyes reads a prophecyA view of reasonRotation of the sunTo fulfill their God's prophecyMold the statue of pure fear obsessionDisappearing in the vast-seasWiped away by a tidal wave?And when the last tree went downThey left a mark for the future to findAfraid of what to come, mold the statueSo obscure meant to please the GodsIs this a clue to the modern raceWho left this markOf fear in cold stone...
