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• Artiste: King Of Asgard
• Titre: The Trickster
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All roads will lead here, all books have an end No matter our efforts, the time that we spend Telling our stories and trying to reason At last when we enter the strangest of seasons Words mean very little and you can be sure That this is a place where you have been before We've circled the hollow hills here at night We've seen the same sick visions here in the moonlight Shadowed talking will only get you so far Sing louder! Louder! You are who you are When the music dies down and the night comes alive You will be there alone You garrulous people, you poor restless souls Fear's had the worst of you, digging your holes Telling our stories and trying to reason At last when we enter the strangest of seasons Like rabbits you're hiding, running away From something about to happen today We've circled the hollow hills here at night We've seen the same sick visions here in the moonlight Shadowed talking will only get you so far Sing louder! Louder! You are who you are When the music dies down and the night comes alive You will be there alone And then of course, the great silence came is civilzation now quiet from shame? No negotiation, no talking of blame? This is indeed the strangest of seasons... Shadowed talking will only get you so far Sing louder! Louder! You are who you are When the music dies down and the night comes alive You will be there alone