Из альбома: Miscellaneous songs

(lyrics by Myst, 1995)

A desolated heath
My worst fear becomes true to me
I feel the ground tremble beneath
An autumnal myst encloses me

Can't run, can't see
Due to obscurity
Afraid to die
Running into mystery

A mysterious dusk
A desire
for something
That just isn't here

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