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• Artiste: Anata
• Titre: The Enigma Of Number Three
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Reality, my one last escape I can't hid deep inside myself I close my eyes Try to cover my ears I'm obsessed No peace to be found Three churches with minarets On three hills, far away Every church has a bell Piercing chime Resonates in my head [Lead: Schalin] One for faith, holy faith Roars like hell One for hope, bloody hope One for love Tinkling fuck Optical delusions Unheard sounds Haunting me, why? These symbols I can't understand Or interpret I open my eyes To escape from this hell Although reality bites Reflection I can spare Three windmills now appear New visions but I don't care Two in spin and one is still Eyes now burn Sound intensified Eardrums blow Delirious delirium! [Lead: Schalin] He never solved the riddle Never tried Cursed to die! [Lead: Allenmark] Never reached The insight that I have Led to his demise So learn from this... If you are a stormy sea Hold the mill-sails If your soul is ground I prithee mark my words Your soul torn apart By the sound of the bells Misled by visions You will expire Concentrate, gather strength Don't let the chime Get to you or your soul If you're strong No mill can grind your soul Not even if you are A stormy sea