The Bridge 

The Bridge
cinematic, symphonic rock, dark, slow
17. September 2024 um 2:36
[Verse 1]
When will we three meet again?
At the seventh hour by the bridge’s flame.
(I’ll come along. I come from the northern air.)
(And I from the south.)
(And I from the sea.)
Hey, it’ll be a twisted dance,
And the bridge will shatter into nothingness.
[Chorus]
And the train that crosses the bridge so high,
At the seventh hour, when time waves goodbye.
Tand, tand,
It's the work of human hands.
Tand, tand,
The bridge breaks and takes all with it,
No place will offer shelter or fit.
[Verse 2]
On the north side stands the house,
All its windows face south throughout.
The bridge keepers, in endless fright,
Tremble and fear the next dreadful fight.
They see a light that draws near,
(I come through the storm, the train won't veer.)
(I’m the train from Edinburgh tonight,)
(Fighting the dark and misfortune's blight.)
[Chorus]
And the train that crosses the bridge so high,
At the seventh hour, when time waves goodbye.
(Tand, tand, it's the work of human hands.)
(Tand... tand...)
The bridge breaks and takes all with it,
No place will offer shelter or fit.
[Bridge]
The wind grows wild, the waves rise tall,
The bridge shakes, yet the train won’t fall.
(We command it, we hold the power,)
(Our pride, this bridge of towering grandeur.)
But the storm knows no defeat,
And all ends in this final heat.
[Chorus]
And the train that crosses the bridge so high,
At the seventh hour, when time waves goodbye.
(Tand... tand...)
(Tand, tand, it's the work of human hands.)
The bridge breaks and takes all with it,
No place will offer shelter or fit.
[Finale]
(Tand, tand, it's the work of human hands.)
The bridge breaks and takes all with it,
No place will offer shelter or fit.