Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment
Перевод: Круг мертвых детей. Урожай At Dawn (Enter фертильности).
the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn
out this feeling The white eagle soars He goes round and round and round Until the early winds of change Dawn's new light conquering timeless ease Spread the harvest
I see a farmer in a field at dawn His land is crying out for the rain The year's been hard His crops are almost gone but he is not to blame The morning
Black Medallion Peter Pan I am, I say I harvested the sunlight through my day Vagabond of the Eastern Moon Give my love with every single spoon Hung at dawn
flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest
birds fold back their wings Upon my ancient wonderings The sun has slanted all her rays Across the vast and harvest plain My memories mingle with the dawn
charm covers my wounds Fooled's the dawn and so I am Fooled by life and a bitter doom To bring you the end of the day At the dawn of our living time
on Look up, the dawn is soon awaking There's land in sight again Reach out, the old eternal time waves Are flowing on and on Look up, the dawn is soon
weekend she says theyre throwing a party that'll last beyond the dawn CHORUS VERSE 3 Halloween is on the way she says she writes about the harvest
Dusty day dawning, three hours late Open the curtains and let the rest wait My mind goes running three thousand miles east I may miss the harvest but
land of thousand fakes I summon my mental force for it is mightier than your sword Reveal the powers of Wrath - tomorrow I am GOD!!! ...This is the dawn
ritual Vile crematory burns my eyes Mortals filled with despair They quest to foresee their fate Caverns below await the wine to flow Rape the harvest
by machine gun rattle Compassion less as mortals die They feed as we lie sleeping To our otherworldly overlords We are a harvest for the reaping He
's supposed to be." "Don't you see the life that you are missing?" And he says... When I grow up I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea
He prays for the harvest to bring a record yield Five generations counting on his work out in these fields The only life he knows is the soil that he
