Astral Doors - From The Cradle To The Grave

Astral Doors

From The Cradle To The Grave

With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by
In the shade of sin; to live you have to die
Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
The face made of tragic and tears:
Now it's here

It goes on and on and on
From the cradle to the grave
Well, it rolls like a wheel
The torture goes on and on

In the houses made of stone you try to hide
But the eyes of the beholder will try
To drag you from heaven to hell, I tell
The treasure, the struggle in pain
All in vain

It goes on and on and on
From the cradle to the grave
Well, it rolls like a wheel
On and on and on

On and on and on
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
It goes on and on and on

Now you're gone
The torments tongue brought you under the ground
I can see it now so clear; you have to die
Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
The face made of tragic and tears
Now it's near

It goes on and on and on
From the cradle to the grave
Well, it rolls like a wheel
The torture goes on and on
It goes on and on and on
From the cradle to the grave
In the calm in the storm
On and on and on
On and on
From the cradle to the grave
On and on and on and on

Mirror lyrics:

On and on and on and on
From the cradle to the grave
On and on
On and on and on
In the calm in the storm
From the cradle to the grave
It goes on and on and on
The torture goes on and on
Well, it rolls like a wheel
From the cradle to the grave
It goes on and on and on

Now it's near
The face made of tragic and tears
Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
I can see it now so clear; you have to die
The torments tongue brought you under the ground
Now you're gone

It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on

On and on and on
Well, it rolls like a wheel
From the cradle to the grave
It goes on and on and on

All in vain
The treasure, the struggle in pain
To drag you from heaven to hell, I tell
But the eyes of the beholder will try
In the houses made of stone you try to hide

The torture goes on and on
Well, it rolls like a wheel
From the cradle to the grave
It goes on and on and on

Now it's here
The face made of tragic and tears:
Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss
In the shade of sin; to live you have to die
With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by

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