Swallow the Echoes - Navigator

This is a story told by past, by now and then.

An old man tries to catch his fading shadows, tries to make these things undone.

«I had to save my wife, my child, myself but it was all in vain»

This is a story told by past, by war and pain.

Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow

The echoes in his mind.

They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.

(HE SCREAMS)

«Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!

This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die.»

This is a story told by blood, by fear and crime.

When he sees his mirror-picture, he can see the devil’s grin is close behind.

He’s a victim, an offender, two mad souls in one old mind.

This is a story told by blood, by fear and time.

Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow

the echoes in his mind.

They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.

(HE SCREAMS)

«Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!

This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die.

This is a story told by waste, death, acting blind.

When the old man died, the devil sat on his grave, he will stay beyond all time.

Why searching for an answer if the demon is a part of human kind?

This is a story told by waste, fade, time to die.

Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow

the echoes in his mind.

They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.

(HE SCREAMS)

«Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!

This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die.