There's the darkness of the night. No piercing from the wind
An enchanting atmosphere, where the mind has never been.
We can't see through the mist, or feel what's beyond.
A rainfall of touches that carries on and on
And in the echos' of the woods. Our purpose may be found.
It's the voices of the future, traveling at the speed of sound.
And the cries of the orchard may pass from every tree,
Then the phantoms in the forest, can answer their pleas.
And in the marvel of the rock, beneath the sheltered stone
There lye the memories for those who wish to own.
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Through the darkness of the night, There's a feeling that stands so bright
Imitations that are bleeding so rare, and dancers pleading so fair
Theres a massive concept of truth, that can vanish in a single POOF!
Through the stillness of domains, We can see what all remains
It is the meaning of it all, In learning to stand and not to fall!
Everything shall seemingly rust, our bones will soon turn to dust
Keep the solemn position you hold, for it will soon turn into it's gold
Then to the bottom of the sea, there's a place where life will always.....be
But in the valleys of the land. The spirits will ring out when they can,
And when you hear the tolling of the bell
It will decide your fate of heaven or hell, It will decide your fate of heaven or hell
It will decide your fate of heaven or hell!
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