Wintershadows - The Birds | Текст песни

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Wind blows through our bodies united at the ritual dance of life and death
I'm flying over the oceans of tears looking for the aim I have lost... like the bird
The blindman has seen the man on a cross
The word has become a flesh
I closed from the world in a tower of my dreams
I can't explain the feelings of my heart
Eyes are called the mirror of the soul, my eyes, so dark and painful
Murdered beauty so alone in her agony, are we only the dream of the creator?
The lake of feelings has become a desert I've seen the emptiness into the mirror of magic. When the music is dying in the age of darkness.
Are we only the dream of the creator?
River which flows in every piece of our existence is only another dream of the creator
You are dreaming about the day when you see the lightness
I'm waiting for the day of the resurrection
For my day...

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