Из альбома: Carpet

Now the bridges burn theirs no return
from this here state
And the words of truth are spoken
they all shall turn their heads in fear
Here at the shadowed end
We all shall meet our lost and dear

A sinister music tears at my brain
A symphony where which my mind is raped
Nocturnal treasures lie beyond
Far beyond your reality

The Shadowed end

Passing before My tortured eyes
Marching cross the shadowed skies
As storms they ripped
them blackened clouds

The Shadowed end

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