Endless Journey - Isgaard

Endless Journey - Isgaard (伊思嘉)
Humble born on a winter night with heads
Held high he dreamed his eyes could face the light
Ground was cold the world was dumb
But something made him leave for good
All alone he walked across the wastelands
Gaps to 'cross with scratches on his feet
Still walking on
Garing city lights that blind his eyes
Something wakes up and rises fast to oversize
Then it dies
Skin on skin and lips that make him fly
Secret flavours all around feelings run high
Silent heat that rises fast to oversize
Then it dies
Still moving on
No doubt he could be wrong
Still feeling strong
Something's coming up a kind of weakness
Doubts disturb his constant flow of life
Roads are blocked the signs they say no access
Still walking on