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• Artiste: Elvenking
• Titre: The Solitaire
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"The terrible fear of not finding what is in your stargazing. The dread of showing who you really are Inside, being aware of all your grey living within yourself. Does the little space between sleep and Awakening, where you can still remember dreaming really exist? The doubt of it all makes you a 'solitaire'. But one day you will find you are not alone and that you never will be." Backwards I'm covering miles along A war I'm battling alone Against waves during a storm Against golden oceans of grain Between the bluebells and the sand I'm arid and backhand I feel impurest empty Forlorn, sharpened tempty Samaritan where I belong I have been crowned grey inside This night is never ending Pitch black, hell descending Gathering into the abyss I am the enslaved solitaire Midnight the candle sputters slow Illuminates my sins and sakes As the winter leaves its wakes Starwards, back to back with My unconscious fear to face the truth But tonight I'll come for you At first glance I'll belong to you At second hand you will taste my irrelevance At last you will feel my solitude And you will walk away I feel impurest empty Forlorn, sharpened tempty Samaritan where I belong I have been crowned grey inside This night is never ending Pitch black, hell descending Gathering into the abyss I am the enslaved solitaire The third is the sympathetic age And then you will finally have fear At last you will feel my solitude And it will be too late I feel impurest empty Forlorn, sharpened tempty Samaritan where I belong I have been crowned grey inside This night is never ending Pitch black, hell descending Gathering into the abyss I am the enslaved solitaire