Letra da Música Crossing de Phonetica

Upon the wings of chaos fly
The dismal dreams of a soul born to die
An unending quest for all that is true
They pyres have grown within his mind
For paper gods he must leave behind
No theory shall hinder, his services through
He flies on alone

Through the red storming fury
With all ties to earth burned away
All preordained journeys end this day
Now the annals are burning
With memories of their travesties
All that’s left are the fruits of a will
Now free
No almighty needs glory from thee

Every man was born
To steer his ship through the storm
And the seas of adversity all alone
All choices are his
To take or to give
He must learn that there is no God’s grace
Only his own!

He’s lived his life chained to the edge
Alsirat now receives his pledge
Maledictions fly
From the pit of his heart
Songs of the storm unleash their fury
His sword strikes true in apostasy
Walls of unquestioned tradition
Fly apart