Welcome ... to the land of shallow sleep
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Where statues are screaming
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And hollow trees are crying
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Where the wind can speak
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And all the things beyond belief are real
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But still: there's much more to imagine ...
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Before I lay my words upon you
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Before the Greatest Mountain speaks
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Before I make your mind burning
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Before my thoughts turn to wings
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Forget the world you live within
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Forget the poor race of human
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Unfold your wings and realize
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This trip will be for eternity
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I found the key to the realm unknown
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Where horses fly and angels are black
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Things far more precious than all what you know
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Majestic treasures yet to be unveiled
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Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend
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Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy
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You hold the key to the realm obscure
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And feel the breath of burning star
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Shut your eyes while there's yet time
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And hear the music of the yesterworld
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Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend
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Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy
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I have seen the things that
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No words can verbalize
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The night after the night
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Once again I shut my eyes
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I fly for the very last time
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Over the fields of life
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Towards my slumberland
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The precious land of suicide
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Towards The Obscure Slumberland
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Thalarion |