Album: Wavering Radiant
The great stone walls rise above our heads*
Cold and sad pale light, a dusty veil.
The sun makes its way in destitute.
Weak, you're at my side again
Faithful guide unfailing.
Here we stand among the others,
The living among the dead!
Veins still flowing, full lungs
Filled with white light.
Push forward lifeless bodies, swept aside, they are on us.
Cast a net of armor over our heads, hide our life,
Lest it be lifted from us.
We must leave this place of deathly decay
Don't look back, press on.
|1||Way Through Woven Branches|
|2||Hall Of The Dead|
|4||Hand Of The Host|
|6||Stone To Wake A Serpent|
|7||20 Minutes 40 Years|
|8||Threshold Of Transformation|
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|1||20 Minutes/40 Years|
|2||20 Minutes/40 Years (Acoustic version)|
|6||Not In Rivers, But In Drops|
|8||Empire of the Sun|
|9||Empire of the Sun|
|10||The Black Ghosts|
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