[lyrics: Stanne]
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Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate
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I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape
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of re-emerged figments of imagination
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I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep
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Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye
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reveal that a dreamscape lies therein
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A yearning for a world
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where the everlost find their peace
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In the pearly gates of dawn
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on the astral feed of minds
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- envenomed to the bone
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forever cleansed from all called wrath
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as slumber sneaks upon
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and steals the thought of man
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all ridden from inner aggression...
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A voyage beyond this world
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In this paralell to real life
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- access lies in dreams
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Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep
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- the key to what's beyond
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In the wake of man we see
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essential dreams unfulfilled
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Enhance the value of life
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engraved words on the page of man
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In the presence of the moon
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an owl awakes and calls a name
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tells a story of a world
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accessable only at night...
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"This ain't no dream..."
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Legend tells of a yesterworld
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a dreamscape of strange light
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"It's your dream coming true"
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Transcendance of the soul
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All by the sign of the moon
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I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames
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that burn in the errors of our ways
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In a night when the sky floats blue
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as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling
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in their outmost pride
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Now from dimensions fallen from the skies
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- like the flow of a stream
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From my sleep I continue onward
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- sleep is just a shape of destiny
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Weak sunlight of dawns to come,
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dancing swiftly in the shadows
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Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams
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...landscape of my dreams
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Dim reflections of the pale
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a shade of grey in mind
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In the presence of the moon
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an owl awakes and calls a name
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tells a story of a world
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accessable only at night...
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"It's your reality..."
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Legend tells of a yesterworld
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a dreamscape of strange light
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"It's much more than a dream"
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Transcendance of the soul
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All by the sign of the moon
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Soon these worlds will be one
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and mankind feasts on the sights of it all
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I yearn for things to come
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Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber
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as the mist slippes away to reveal...
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And the wind tears a scream from my lips
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- I am there....
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In the dreamscape I adore
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(a moonclad reflection)
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Yesterworld
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| Dark Tranquillity |
