Paracels 2016 "Assymmetrical Disguise" - 1. Astral Impulse | Текст песни

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Astral Impulse

The way to unknown is so long
it lasts still.
Hangs down in a tatter of years,
flows loneliness streams.
Somewhere in the astral plane,
creeping away with shine,
silent song of spirit,
Gives rise to panic of mind.

Soundless of universal grief.
Like ana bi o sis.
Silence of universal grief.
Ana bi o sis.

Rejected by time
and by space,
Slow flying
in the boiling cold.
Boundless sea of stars
pierces their sleeping souls.

Their sleeps is flying ,by intertwine
in patterns of constellations.
They don't play games of gods.
In obedient expectation,
Create the history.
It can last eternally,
But is closer and closer
this astral impulse.

The frozen voices
it is sometime reached freedom.

Waking up with the pressure in the head.
Still hear the echoes of dream.
So hard to believe reality
which covers me
Night sticky stuffiness.
And in the brain continue to twist the stars
again and again without stopping.

Their dreams became my life.
Their thoughts became my dreams.

Their thoughts became my dreams.
Their dreams became my life.
My life is not more
than vision of
hospital ward
upholstered walls.

To wait and hope
that the memory
will hide your gun
When these chains of madness fall down

The way to unknown is so long
it lasts still.
Hangs down in a tatter of years,
flows loneliness streams.
Somewhere in the astral plane,
creeping away with shine,
silent song of spirit,
Gives rise to panic of mind.

Soundless of universal grief.
Like ana bi o sis.
Silence of universal grief.
Ana bi o sis.

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