Текст песни Thalarion - Towards The Obscure Slumberland
Thalarion - Towards The Obscure Slumberland слова песни
Welcome ... to the land of shallow sleepWhere statues are screamingAnd hollow trees are cryingWhere the wind can speakAnd all the things beyond belief are realBut still: there`s much more to imagine ...Before I lay my words upon youBefore the Greatest Mountain speaksBefore I make your mind burningBefore my thoughts turn to wingsForget the world you live withinForget the poor race of humanUnfold your wings and realizeThis trip will be for eternityI found the key to the realm unknownWhere horses fly and angels are blackThings far more precious than all what you knowMajestic treasures yet to be unveiledYeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friendYeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropyYou hold the key to the realm obscureAnd feel the breath of burning starShut your eyes while there`s yet timeAnd hear the music of the yesterworldYeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friendYeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropyI have seen the things thatNo words can verbalizeThe night after the night Once again I shut my eyesI fly for the very last timeOver the fields of lifeTowards my slumberlandThe precious land of suicide