Текст песни
You've walked the roads of mortal men
You've counted days from ten to ten
But there's a path beneath the thorn
Where the world is torn
The stones are older than your name
The rivers run without a frame
And once you step beyond the gate
You can't return the same
Do you hear the hollow hill?
Do you feel the silence spill?
This is the threshold — step with care
What you bring, you leave there
This is the threshold, this is the door
The place where the old gods keep the score
Leave your name upon the stone
Take the breath, but not the bone
Step across, and you will know
Why the wild things come and go
This is the threshold, this is the gate
And once you enter, it's too late
The tales you heard beside the fire
Are not the lies your fathers told
They are the threads of an older wire
That buys and sells your soul
The fox will greet you on the hill
The hound will wait for you to fall
The crow will count you if you will
And the swans will sing for all
Do you hear the hollow hill?
Do you feel the silence spill?
This is the threshold — step with care
What you bring, you leave there
This is the threshold, this is the door
The place where the old gods keep the score
Leave your name upon the stone
Take the breath, but not the bone
Step across, and you will know
Why the wild things come and go
This is the threshold, this is the gate
And once you enter, it's too late
They say the dead are always near
That every word becomes a thread
That every choice you make down here
Is woven in the world ahead
So if you come, come with your eyes
Come with the truth behind your lies
For in this place, the veil is thin
And what you are will enter in
Take the hand of the one who waits
Pass the circle of the stones
Trade your sorrow for the fates
Leave your flesh, but keep your bones
Threshold, threshold, open wide
Take the living, take the died
Threshold, threshold, let them through
Make the old world new
This is the threshold, this is the door
The place where the old gods keep the score
Leave your name upon the stone
Take the breath, but not the bone
Step across, and you will know
Why the wild things come and go
This is the threshold, this is the gate
And once you enter, it's too late
This is the threshold, this is the door
And you are not as you were before
Step across
Комментировать