Song | Oimiakon |
Artist | A Red Season Shade |
Album | Interiors |
[01:03.070] | Distant lands and tones of peace |
[01:09.310] | Austere sight of beauty |
[01:15.420] | Idyll of another lifetime |
[01:21.740] | Where are we? |
[01:27.800] | Centuries spread their genius on papers |
[01:39.930] | Colors speak for the beautiful |
[01:49.680] | Inside myself |
[01:52.380] | Build our home and our own prison |
[02:04.820] | Distant lands and tones of peace |
[02:10.860] | Austere sight of beauty |
[02:16.910] | Idyll of another lifetime |
[02:23.220] | Where are we? |
[02:29.090] | Pencils drew the outcome of my mind |
[02:42.730] | Colder as it’s lingering new scenery |
[02:55.450] | It keeps spreading like the highest illusion, Illusion, Illusion |
[03:34.380] |
[01:03.070] | Distant lands and tones of peace |
[01:09.310] | Austere sight of beauty |
[01:15.420] | Idyll of another lifetime |
[01:21.740] | Where are we? |
[01:27.800] | Centuries spread their genius on papers |
[01:39.930] | Colors speak for the beautiful |
[01:49.680] | Inside myself |
[01:52.380] | Build our home and our own prison |
[02:04.820] | Distant lands and tones of peace |
[02:10.860] | Austere sight of beauty |
[02:16.910] | Idyll of another lifetime |
[02:23.220] | Where are we? |
[02:29.090] | Pencils drew the outcome of my mind |
[02:42.730] | Colder as it' s lingering new scenery |
[02:55.450] | It keeps spreading like the highest illusion, Illusion, Illusion |
[03:34.380] |