Sanctuary — Before The Dawn

Doubting my existence Or more precisely the cause What was the solid foundation Upon where I built my life

How did it turn out to be an conviction How come I can’t see behind the bars Each door is sealed, every portal is fasten By the demons of the dark

Once more I gather the bricks for the wall And build a safehouse A home made of stone A place to hide A sanctuary sealed from the inside

I have longed the voice of silence I have been cherishing the sound Of the voice so profound and cold That no notes are left to be found