In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
Your misted over eyes don�t see, your cold hand doesn�t touch me.. | |
You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can�t reach exile�s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don�t see | |
It�s not dream, it�s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
Don�t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
Don�t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
The pages of reality are confusing | |
You�re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
Can�t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
But the echo of their prayers doesn�t come from the ground! | |
Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
Things you don�t... see! | |
Over adders� dens, in North of the glade | |
They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
Take my hand, I�ve something to show you | |
Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
Bleak is my world you can�t understand | |
Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
Things you don�t see, the things you don�t see | |
Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
Anchors me to.. the things you don�t see | |
Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
Things you don�t see! |
In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
Your misted over eyes don t see, your cold hand doesn t touch me.. | |
You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can t reach exile s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don t see | |
It s not dream, it s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
Don t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
Don t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
The pages of reality are confusing | |
You re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
Can t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
But the echo of their prayers doesn t come from the ground! | |
Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
Things you don t... see! | |
Over adders dens, in North of the glade | |
They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
Take my hand, I ve something to show you | |
Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
Bleak is my world you can t understand | |
Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
Things you don t see, the things you don t see | |
Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
Anchors me to.. the things you don t see | |
Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
Things you don t see! |
In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
Your misted over eyes don t see, your cold hand doesn t touch me.. | |
You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can t reach exile s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don t see | |
It s not dream, it s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
Don t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
Don t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
The pages of reality are confusing | |
You re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
Can t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
But the echo of their prayers doesn t come from the ground! | |
Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
Things you don t... see! | |
Over adders dens, in North of the glade | |
They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
Take my hand, I ve something to show you | |
Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
Bleak is my world you can t understand | |
Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
Things you don t see, the things you don t see | |
Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
Anchors me to.. the things you don t see | |
Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
Things you don t see! |