The Sand Collector — Foxriver lyrics

Lyrics

there is the great beast
inside his heart a stone
that everybody scares
in the island of freedom
lurking for the prize
the fangs of the gloomy demon
are painted in me’ns blood
men cryin´ for their fate
the countdown now is fear
my life goes away
the men of my world
they cry inside their veins
the city, burns in flames
black smoke, hides my vision
there is the great beast
inside his heart a stone