Standing before the door of the one I call god My entrance has been denied- forever lost Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold [CHORUS] Burning sun of hope A blackened path in my way Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away Hearing the wind whisper of souls Why must I stand amongst the void
Standing before the door of the one I call god My entrance has been denied- forever lost Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold [CHORUS] Burning sun of hope A blackened path in my way Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away Hearing the wind whisper of souls Why must I stand amongst the void
