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• Artiste: Forest Stream
• Titre: The Autumn Dancers
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Pain-disfigured burning face... Lips seeking some moisture... Morbid delirium emitting distress Let this flooding despair caress me... We've been chosen today (Following instincts) To arise being haunted to death... Come closer as this mournful day falls Blinded by men, yet still able to hear The laughter, which is fading towards The secret domain of our souls But it comes another day Like a ravenous doom, And rise the Cursed to battle The hated human scum Once've started, they won't stop... Made of leaves is my crown A gift of the dreaming autumn, Which is coming down, smiling To join me in my forever dance White ships of mist are moored in the morning The final taste of the sweet night wine Tonight we've got to know the sorrow And cold ghostly wind will take us all away at dawn It'll carry the ashes Back through the grieving night Away from the brightening horizon And on the wings of a doleful sigh It will release them Into the dazzling winter day...