Ancient Trees Hide A Sacramental Place
A Deep Mere With Turbid Cold Water
And Dry Branches Scratch The Face
The One Who Tries To Behold And Penetrate...
Our Memory Is Kept In Depth Of This Water
Dreams Outside The Stronghold Of Hate
And Nobody Knows How To Dip To The Bottom...
And Nobody Knows How To Open The Gate...
When Day Approaches To The End
You Sweetly Fall Asleep
And Firmly Keeping In Your Hand
A Key From Gates Of The Remembrance
Close Your Eye
And Fall Asleep...
Close Your Eyes
The Only Way To Get There
Close Your Eye
The Only Way To Feel It
A Deep Mere With Turbid Cold Water
And Dry Branches Scratch The Face
The One Who Tries To Behold And Penetrate...
Our Memory Is Kept In Depth Of This Water
Dreams Outside The Stronghold Of Hate
And Nobody Knows How To Dip To The Bottom...
And Nobody Knows How To Open The Gate...
When Day Approaches To The End
You Sweetly Fall Asleep
And Firmly Keeping In Your Hand
A Key From Gates Of The Remembrance
Close Your Eye
And Fall Asleep...
Close Your Eyes
The Only Way To Get There
Close Your Eye
The Only Way To Feel It