Текст песни Wasteman - Beaten path

Beaten Path

The way ahead
I really needed
Empty the sphere
Where it leads

One more stap on gravel
And no map for travel
The influx is my guide
And
The soul is my feed

Dying echoes in the cold
Universe scream to hold
Themselves reflected

In them had faded
All the background world
Just the road has not

Everyone before myself
Had had made all the steps
To be lied now on a shelf
To be wondered all the mists
…
Which are dancing round
The glitch of «final» bound
Which are watching us out
The glitch of «final» bound