Chasm

The trails of gold will never pass, Though things won't last forever. Your restlessness that lurks inside, You cannot hide your evil eyes. The trails of gold will never pass, Though things won't last forever. Your restlessness that lurks inside, You cannot hide your evil eyes. The angel with the lion's face is standing there. Your tomb is trembling in despair. White walls of church, the garments lay, But now the light shines over through the Gate. Down the tracks, drops of light, Dancing through the night. Spirits rise like birds in trees. It is the lonely summer breeze. Down the tracks, drops of light, Dancing through the night. Spirits rise like birds in trees. It is the lonely summer breeze. The angel with the lion's face is standing there. Your tomb is trembling in despair. White walls of church, the garments lay, But now the light shines over through the Gate. The angel with the lion's face is standing there. Your tomb is trembling in despair. White walls of church, the garments lay, But now the light shines over through the Gate. The angel with the lion's face is standing there. Your tomb is trembling in despair. White walls of church, the garments lay, But now the light shines over through the Gate.