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Narrow
03:37
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Twilight is upon us, and the stars starts to ascend
we put our hands together, one prayer for every friend
One prayer less then days before
and one more then next dawn
Twilight is upon us, the sun will soon be gone
Further on and on, this narrow road
A deep-blue sky, a whispered why for no ones ears to hear
the stars are laughing their eyes out, one more dream disappeared
One more hope for better days so brutally evasive
To a deep-blue sky I whisper "how am I supposed to live"
Further on and on this narrow road
We should have lived forever and defeated the track of time.
We should have gazed into the world of living dead, still knowing we're alive
We're all strangers now, gazing out from bus-stops and cold dreams. Waiting, praying, hoping:
"Dear dear god (or whoevers there), grant us highways and a life eternal, hotel-rooms filled with friends"
And then?
The old get older,
the cold get colder,
and the young so distant and strange.
Further on and on
this narrow road
Twilight is upon us
and stars starts to ascend
we put our hands together
one prayer for every friend
One prayer less then days before
and one more then next dawn
Twilight is upon us, the sun will soon be gone
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My thoughts they carried
As them am I
tortured, deformed
when nightingales die
Where am I but in loneliness?
Ghostly shades of beauty haunts this starved soul
I need somewhere to hide
Arrive birds, arrive birds of dusk
awake the crimson dawn in which we are
free, aflame
From dream to life
a distant cry
the painted world fades
as nightingales die
Where am I but in loneliness?
Ghostly shades of beauty haunts this starved soul
I need somewhere to hide
The clouds are mountains,
the clouds are giant hills
to which I shall flee one day.
A place to hide.
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Why am I?
I'll follow the river where it flows
I'll follow the frost when summer comes
I'll dwell in the greyish winter sundays
where thoughts are frozen, torned and broken
Small things, like the way that ice taps cling
onto the roof in early spring
can still comfort me when darkness fall
when thoughts are frozen, torned and broken
There will be a time when I must give in
to the flight of years
To leave behind, to break a path, to face a fear
So tell me I'm the only one - a warmth like that
is all I need. Give me shelter from the storm of life.
So grant me the sunlight, let me sleep
on meadows of green grass.
Summer feet lightly dance in circles, life arouses.
So free, I'm home.
There will be a time when I must give in
to the flight of years
To leave behind, to break a path, to face a fear
I am I.
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4. |
Warsong
05:23
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A distant sky is weeping
salt and bitter tears
we dream a dream called summer
and hope that things will change
As god above is grieving
those echoes from past years
his tears are crimson thunder
and the land lie black and burned
A millenium warsong
of a post-modern death
there's no right without wrong
soon where all dead and gone
in this russian roulette
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