Blind Guardian je německá hudební skupina založená roku 1985 ve městě Krefeld jako speed metalové těleso s názvem Lucifer's Heritage. První album, pojmenované Battalions Of Fear, vydala již pod svým současným názvem v sestavě: Hansi Kürsh (zpěv a...

Píseň: Otherland

Interpret:
Blind Guardian
Album:
A Twist In The Myth
They rule the land 
They're in command 
They all the strings in hand 
They are invisible 
Out of sight 
They've designed 
A secret place 
To play their games 
A world, they're in control 
Divine law 
Divine law 
Be aware 
Now 
Mind your steps 
We are uninvited guests, 
They may find and catch us 
Don't forget 
Do what I say 
Now connect 
Don't even ask 
Until we're out of it 
Everything's at highest stake 
Come take a look 
We are in 
Take a breath 
But don't forget 
It isn't real 
It isn't true 
An illusion 
Nothing more 


You're a part of the game 
You're a slave to the grind 
Oblivion 
Is your key to the Otherland 
You're a part of the game 
You're cursed 
You're damned 
By now you understand 


You're a part of the game 
You're a slave to the grind 
Oblivion 
You're welcome to the Otherland 
You're a part of the game 
You're cursed 
You're damned 
By now you understand 


We get closer 
There's no better way 
Lullaby Lane 
Fade is on its way 


The inner district 
Is the place you need to know 
It's overwhelming 
So let's rest here for a while 


Someone else appears 
Silently 
Watch me when I fall down 
Everything seems real 
Suddenly 
Perfect simulation 


Come take a look 
Breathe it in 
Artificial wonderlands 
We are wandering around 
Things shall vanish 
They won't last 
Now I know 
You understand 
This world is not true 
Nothing is real 
Nothing at all 
It's bits and pieces 
We walk through 


You're a part of the game... 


You're a part of the game 
You're a slave to the grind 
Oblivion 
You've reached the promised land 
You're a part of the game 
You're cursed 
You're damned 
Welcome to the Otherland 


Wait 
I can feel things are not right 
Do not breathe 
Don't look behind, 
There's someone else 
The observer 


A trick of light 
A fading line 
The entrance is gone 
We can't get out of it 
We are slightly losing ground 


Quick 
It is time 
We shall go 
We better leave 
And don't come back, 
No way to run 
Nowhere to hide 
I fear 
We're walking aimlessly 


You're a part of the game... 


You're a part of the game 
You're a slave to the grind 
Oblivion 
Welcome to the Otherland 
You're a part of the game 
You're cursed 
You're damned 
You've reached 
The promised land 


You've crossed the line 
You've reached the end