Pristine
de Desolate Horizons
Captives of approaching desolation
Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood
Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps
god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls.
How many remain when rage is revolting
Without craving for liberation from pain
Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times
Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky…
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
Step-mother of the new language
Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance
Of pierced female hands…
The hanging orb far from the sky
Above which the "merciful" god prays
Más canciones de Desolate Horizons
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A Romantic Tragedy or a Dream of Freedom
A Modern-Day Affliction
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Aching Melodies, Softly They Abound
Somewhen
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Equivalent to Hope
Hesitation
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Everyday, There Is That Memory or That Daydream
Everyday, There Is That Memory or That Daydream
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Hesitation
Hesitation
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Honesty
Inner Forests
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I Long for Your Touch
I Long for Your Touch
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More Than Anything
Infinite Vistas
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Sylvan
Sylvan
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Two Souls Now Burned Together as One With Fire in Their Hearts
When Worlds Collide Without Echo