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английски
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Morningrise (1996)
Advent
It was all true
A parlour strode and the night sets forever
I stray in the quiet cold
And you gird me when I dare to listen
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
Lips try to form "because"
Trying adapt to the wilderness
Where even foes close their eyes and leave
We're inside the glade
Every now and then
I wipe the dust aside to remember
How I drape my face
With my bare hands
The same that brought me here
But you were beyond all help
The folded message that wept my name
(Shadows) Shadows skulk at my coming
We survey the slopes
We survey the slopes
In search for the words to write the missing page
The tainted, the tainted dogma, dogma
Time grows short
As the piper plays his tune
We are almost there
You are beyond all help
Dancing into the void
We are almost there
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Writer(s): Mikael Lars Akerfeldt, Sven Peter Malcolm Lindgren
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