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In his sign you will see these golden letters

Make sure that no one enters my mighty high house

During the years every desire slowly walked in

Decorated walls are talking of riches and fame

And now he can tell when your heart is made out of gold

It’s going to weigh like hell

Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?

Seen through the haze?

You never found pockets in the shroud

Hear the thunder and brimstone raining

The rats in the race

They never found pockets in the shroud

What is left, not so much of children’s stories

But a basement full of worries deep underground

Once long ago all the crossing roads were still there

When your hair has long since turned silver there is no return

Who would have believed?

A fool had built a house out of the years he left unlived

Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?

Seen through the haze?

You never found pockets in the shroud

Hear the thunder and brimstone raining

The rats in the race

They never found pockets in the shroud

Sky is coming down...

Lightshow and the bitter rain

Echoing sound of pairs of boots

They are walking up a hill...

On the borderlines of sleep

On such a day it is fine that it should rain!

Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?

Seen through the haze?

You never found pockets in the shroud

Hear the thunder and brimstone raining

The rats in the race

They never found pockets in the shroud

Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?

Seen through the haze? (Seen through the haze?)

You never found pockets in the shroud

Hear the thunder and brimstone raining (thunder and brimstone raining)

The rats in the race

They never found pockets in the shroud