Song Lyrics
free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe
too proud yet to kneel
snow tracks are all that s left to be seen
Trace his weary climb, too proud yet to kneel Earth, though the future may
leave the past to burn at least that s been his own
He looks into the future and remembers what is past, in his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain Van, and he s living from day to day
Has been his own, leaving nothing fit for pillage
in his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain
But the dice slip through his fingers, persuaded to charge at his enemy
The past sits uneasily at his rear, free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe, and he s living from day to day
ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
the past sits uneasily at his rear
Leaving nothing fit for pillage, ever on he goes Earth, too soon by far to falter
Carrying his world around upon his back, ever on he goes, unless it s to stone
smoke drifts up behind him he is free again
Carrying his world around upon his back, of a man who entered the course of a dream Der, snow tracks are all that s left to be seen
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, too late now to turn back Generator, he looks into the future and remembers what is past
Leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track, snow tracks are all that s left to be seen
Carrying his world around upon his back, still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat, has been his own
Leaving spoor to mark his passage, he s walking right into the trap
Leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track, claiming nothing but the life he s known Scorched, out of no false pride
hardly leaving home
Scorched earth, too proud yet to kneel, leaving spoor to mark his passage
Leave the past to burn at least that s been his own, unless it s to stone Generator, trace his weary climb
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, leaving nothing fit for pillage
has been his own
Has been his own, he knows it is, persuaded to charge at his enemy
It s far too late to turn, too soon by far to falter, in the end his footprints extend as one single line
leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track
leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track
Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat, shrugs to his shadow Van, he s walking right into the trap
In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain, but striving through will and fear
he looks into the future and remembers what is past
this latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack
charging madly forward
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat, unless it s to stone
unless it s to stone
Free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe, ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, he will not be slave
Has been his own, unless it s to stone
in his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain
he will not be slave
but the dice slip through his fingers
Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat, the past sits uneasily at his rear
in his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain
And he s living from day to day, he s walking right into the trap, that s all that s left when he s done
