Creatures of the Dust

Creatures of the Dust Will we meet again in the afterlife? When the clock starts ticking in the out of time Our fate would be a date on a standing stone And some sorrowful remains of left out bones Will our dreams prevail In this turning world? And the plans we set give us rest Our skin has soaked the sun, for many years And we did enjoy the feasts and bathed in shades We are made to live We are born to die We are creatures of the dust Desperate hopes and fears Of every walking soul Is searching for an answer Siamo creature della polvere...