Harllequin - Ancestors

Ancestors of my life
That I recall everyday
And all time
I’ve lost my reason to live
I’ve lost my everything
They’ve thrown me down in this hell
To kill and die
Away from my family ties

I’ve walked down this burning sands
Hell’s in my hands now tell me why
Tell me why

Ancestors of my days
Take the tear and wipe away if I cry
My life collapses within
My soul is burned out within
Oh help me now when
I’m cursed and mesmerised
I wish I was homeward bound
I cannot live because I am dead
But to the dead ones I’m alive
What an irony of life

The summer will come again to all of us
Surely it’ll come back to me again
Yeah, eh, oh