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The bleak edge
04:36
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Dawning in the moor
Mist has covered all I left behind
Gaunt trees make me writhe
Reaching out into the sulphur sky
A sigh at the bleak edge
Move away from all I’ve known
Hold my soul pledge
Will I see the Fields of August?
Claiming what is hers
The shaded one is waiting here forever
Can I slake her urge
or am I gonna be one with the mire?
A sigh at the bleak edge
Move away from all I’ve known
Hold my soul pledge
Hoping for the Fields of August to come
A sigh at the bleak edge
Onward into the unknown
Flee the bleak edge
Fields of August lying ahead of what is to come
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Fields of August
04:39
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I‘ve paid
enough
to come here
I have gone far away
Reached the endless fields of summer
Time to rest now
Have to wander for a while
From afar
Hear them laughing in the distance
Near the blooming trees
We are playing in the shadow’s green
Midst the golden waves
Feels like swimming in a sea of grain
In the setting sun
We are dancing through the veil of light
Can I pay
enough
to go there?
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The weight of life
05:34
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Here where the summer seems
to be endless
All that I really know
is stagnation
Is this everything?
Nothing hits me here
So isolated
I spread the seeds
but never reap
I’m sowing your lives
I’m yearning to feel the
cold, the pain and the harm
as you do
Can’t wait to feel the whole weight of life
Punished, expelled
I need to return to the fields
A new dress for her – the black shade: it’s her
Sewn from white feathers
Turn into mist at her touch
Damned to stay
forever in wasteland
Lonesome and silent
A restless and discontent mind
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My blood for you
03:39
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On our knees, crawling
Hands are shivering
Nails are brittle
Blood is dripping in the mud
Thorns are carving into my skin
Trudge through clay
with claes in shreds
Deep in the thicket
Lost in the undergrowth
Can you hear the hunters?
The ghostwoods are not for us…yet
I bleed for you - you have to follow
Go astray for you - you have to follow
I give my blood for you to be released
You have to follow and I’ll be free
Repeating struggle, senseless repetition
Mortal coil arriving nowhere
Everlasting twilight
Bone-grinding seek in the cold
Aus hunderten Wunden verlässt mich die Kraft
Behold of the grudger
Driven by envy and greed
Hide what you’ve found
Gained onerously, lost in the blink of an eye
The rare fruit of the feather tree
Coveted treasure for those who follow
the key to the afterworld
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