Reckon's Calling

Running insane, stumbling and wrong
I can not sleep with dreams that weird
And all I hate is all the same
Is hard to tame something that strong

I sing my tears, my spirit is lonesome
I can not breathe, the air’s so thin
But the harvest just began
Shivering my flesh and bones

And Like inside the belly of the whale
Or with some creature in angel's gown
I'm the unknown, I have forsaken
With all my heart I'm feeling down

Waiting for the holy trumpets blow
And for the time I can shut off my soul
Give me the grail of the dying ones
The final trial and this last song
For I can free my soul

I feel the flames, burning my skin
The lives I took, the holy book
The fight of hatred and good will
It's scorching my very moans

A horde of spirits, the right and wrong
The blood I spilled, my thoughts were ill
And the devotion stuck in chains
The serpent dwells alone

Grieving for the living and the dead
Trapped between good and bad
And like the prophet long fallen down
I'm with fellow king without a crown

Waiting for the holy trumpets blow
And for the time I can shut off my soul
Give me the grail of the dying ones
The final trial and this last song
For I can free my soul

Waiting for the holy trumpets blow
And for the time I can shut off my soul
Devilish tales told under my heart
Reckon's calling is just for show
Give me the grail of the dying ones
The final trial, and this last song
For I can free my soul