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(Music: Brolycke, Norman, Rudolfsson |
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Lyrics: Karlen) |
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Mighty forests speak |
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of tales that have fallen into oblivion. |
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Shadows of ancient mountains |
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is reflecting the past. |
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On the shores of infinity |
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I crawl in the bleeding froth, |
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where traces of my forefathers |
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still are visible after their wandering |
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towards the unknown. |
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Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom. |
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I know the past ancient intelligence |
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of supreme black arts |
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Behold what eternity shows our mortal eyes, |
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violet gleams upon the nightsky. |
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I cry the obsolete tears. |
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Mighty forests speak |
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of tales that have fallen into oblivion. |
|
Shadows of ancient mountains |
|
is reflecting the past. |
|
On the shores of infinity |
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I crawl in the bleeding froth, |
|
where traces of my forefathers |
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still are visible after their wandering |
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towards the unknown. |
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In to the silent desolate dead spheres |
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echoes of wisdom, nothing but tears |
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buried in monuments of purest gold. |
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Secrets of the universe oh so old. |
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Into the midst of the elder ones lair, |
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spiritual wisdom floats in the air. |
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The portal is open, |
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leave the mortal life behind. |
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The unknown is known, |
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incredible thoughts. |
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Obsolete tears and forgotten wisdom. |
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I know the past ancient intelligence |
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of supreme black arts |
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Behold what eternity shows our mortal eyes, |
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violet gleams upon the nightsky. |
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I cry the obsolete tears. |
