The Wandering Soul Lyrics

Taking a stand without thinking of him
Since everything was taken from him.
Getting to know the fragrance of death
And being soaked in its breath.

Prayers stack up,
Nobody answers me.
If I was wrong I would speak about those
Who confide heart-to-heart.

He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
Problems are secrets which intrigue us.
He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
These mysteries make me mourn the tears of my fate.

Shouting with pain and stretching out his arms,
He begged for help
But knew it was hopeless.
He searched his hours over
Just for an intention, a gesture.
He only wanted justice to be done.

And prayers stack up,
Still no answers.
If I was wrong I would speak about those
Who act heartlessly.

He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
Problems are secrets which intrigue us.
He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
These mysteries make me mourn the tears of my fate.

You cling to life, leave your wishes aside and calm down at any price.


You live by your mistakes,
Don’t show any sign of respect.
Don’t hurt yourself with any more feelings.

You live in deep silence
And only give place to chance.

He sees himself as immortal
And will never get out of it.

He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
Problems are secrets which intrigue us.
He doesn' t like family, even less his friends.
These mysteries make me mourn the tears of my fate