My mind has been building worlds Where as a king I reign or lay in slavery I take the dust of Gods To hold the divine sand "To see a world in a grain
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Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this
I come from the land where the wheat is still wheat Where the water in the rivers is still water In this land, every man lends a hand when you need it
The landscape is changing, the landscape is crying Thousands of acres of forest are dying Carbon copies from the hills above the forest line Acid streams
Mas pra que, pra que tanto ceu Pra que tanto mar, pra que De que serve esta onda que quebra E o vento da tarde, de que serve a tarde Inutil paisagem
In a power dive In a slow burn Over ancient fields Over islands From the slope and the rise Of the mainland Unfamiliar shapes Through the atmosphere
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
Mas, pra qu? Pra que tanto cu Pra que tanto mar, pra qu? De que serve esta onda que quebra E o vento da tarde? De que serve a tarde, inltil paisagem?
Northern landscape Calm freezing night Demons in this black sky The shadow ends or my life falls Breaking out, chosen soulfire And so essential Now find
The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless
Landscape is an instrumantal song
From the Night of Cold Winter Shadows In the Kingdom of Pure Northern Desolation Throughout Primitive Forests, up in the Mountain Frost Light faded once
sweet little voice that repeats what "they" say, airy like an open landscape fertile for thoughts that have yet to grow... so allow me to plant everything
On a hanging garden ------ ----------- [babylon seat] ------------- [baby batters] ----------------------- [weak] ---------- [hope you be great] And the
[Words: W. Süssenbeck / Music: BA¶hm, Pichlbauer, Koritar] AZAGTHOTHS SOUL DWELLS IN YOG-SOGGOTH HE SHALL BECKON UPON THE OLD ONES FOUL AND FORMLESS
And let there be life One space, a universe. Our world, born like a blind child One confined habitat. And asks the same questions that we ask. And
Olhos abertos em vento Sobre o espaco do Aterro Sobre o espaco sobre o mar O mar vai longe do Flamengo O ceu vai longe e suspenso Em mastros firmes e