Saturday, November 01, 2008


From the red sky of the east, 
To the sunset in the west, 
We have cheated death, and he has cheated us

But that was just a dream, 
And this is what it means, 
We're sleeping and we'll dream for evermore

And the fragment remains of our memories
And the shadows we make with our hands
Deeper gray, come to mourn, 
All the colours of the dawn, 
Will this journeyman's day be his last? 

But the memory still remains, 
All the past years not so strange, 
Our winter times are like a silent shroud

And the heartbeat of the day, 
Drives the mist away, 
And winter's not the only dream around

In your life, you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light, that is burning in the night, 
Then the journeyman's day has begun 

~ Journeyman - Iron Maiden

A journey... 

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