Aeon Sable - Procession | Текст песни

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• Aeon Sable
• Procession

Foreign settlers of the disparate
days are stranger and the night comes close
we borrow fear and death
deny the lives we chose
crawling on the floor while loosing our breath

And then there’s silence
a ringing in our ears
And then there’s silence
and we see the moving of our will

Foreign travellers of the equality
men are stranger and the beast comes close
we borrow hate and greed
all hail the end we chose
hanging from the walls and cut the hand that feeds

And then there’s silence
a ringing in our ears
And then there’s silence
and we see the moving of our will

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There will be silence
All that possessions enriched with fears
and all the weeping of countless years
will end in a fountain of tears

And then there’s silence
and all the darkness in our hearths
will from now on tear us apart

And then there’s silence