Take My Hand - Orphaned Land

From endless lights I come back to thee

To untie these chains, I’ll take you with me

In this tragic cave, deep are your sighs

Hear me out and heed now my cry:

Your silent fears, they are all false, all lies

Wake up!

Don’t deny

None of these shadows are lights

The prophet in tears to them he plead:

Take my hand and let us walk for miles

To a place where children play and smile

They sing, they fly, they rise

And pure is the air

Our souls we do bare

Where shades are dancing on the walls

We’ll depart these ancient halls

I came for you all

Take my hand before you fall

Your silent fears, they are false and all lies

Wake up!

Don’t deny

None of these shadows are lights

Words to them are like water to dead flowers

How can I tell them about green fields

And blue skies when all they worship

Are walls and stones?

Seven times they circle the idols they made

Nothing I say these walls can now break

Take my hand and together we will rise

To a place where children will not die

They live, they seek, they hide

And pure is the air

And gone is despair

Where shades are dancing on the walls

Will depart these ancient halls