Advent - 3.ebony | Текст песни

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Dark thicket in the evergreen forest,
forcing me to make a promise.
I must unravel drawings on the tree,
Riddles of forest before I kneel.

This tree is deep black color,
But weaving on it in red.
I look at him is gripping pallor,
They are like the vessels that I can shed.

They make the road, you make it through,
But you still know is riddle not for you.
Wind sings strange, mysterious melody
But a mystery forest keeps an ebony.

And voices inside,
Is whisper me:
Just listen to us,
And you will see.
I take my ear,
Up to the cork,
And easy hear,
That they are talk...

When you will walk a crooked mile,
You see the world that torn to pieces.
And smily face will haunting you.
But to survive you have to go through...

And when the mile is going to the end,
You still be ready, to take my hand.
Then sun is rising from horizont,
I am the sleep. I am the mastadon!

They make the road, you make it through,
But you still know is riddle not for you.
Wind sings strange, mysterious melody
But a mystery forest keeps an ebony.


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