Advent - Enchanted | Текст песни

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Thing created from bones.
On a hilltop, on background of sun.
Grow dim of the skies black lines,
Beautiful creation will never be done.

Absorb, blurred and so lonely,
He knows that he is the Only.
Enchanted and looks like a dust,
His soul will vanish fast.
Downtrodden, forgotten but not loser,
He knows that he is the chosen.
Sky chose him at the pace,
Be eternal guardian of grace.

Taut skin and bright red blood.
Dead, нe created to be a god.
Severe glance buries in the setting sun,
He had seen the night, he is a wonderful son.

Unfinished, but such a real,
He can't see but he can feel.
The moss is grows into his skin,
He is not a saint, but free from sin.
Brimming with energy, but weak,
Weak and hrupny, but not sick,
Eternal guardian of sunset and sunrise,
Enchanted and always ready to rise.

Sun is risen...
And he arrive...

Awaken angel of distress...
And bones with blood will be his dress...

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