| Your heart is eternal
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| Like a bee in amber
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| The distant words in your gaze
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| Drops of blood in honey-stream
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| The memories of these days
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| And times
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| When moments became eternity
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| Fallen
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| No drums echo on waves
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| Sunken
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| Long-lost the kingly message
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| Fallen
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| Fallen is the herald
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| Sunken
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| Is the oaken ship
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| The death-rimed peat and mould
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| Eat away the castles and flags
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| The marsh swallows up the treasures
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| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
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| The bridge falls to the ground
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The trestle crumble, roads overgrow
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| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
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| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
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| Just floating scraps
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| That search their form
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| Shards sinking to the bottom
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| Wealth and knowledge buried by mud
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| The magic blade covered by sand
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| Fallen
|
| No drums echo on waves
|
| Sunken
|
| Long-lost the kingly message
|
| Fallen
|
| Fallen is the herald
|
| Sunken
|
| Is the oaken ship
|
| The death-rimed peat and mould
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The marsh swallows up the treasures
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
|
| The bridge falls to the ground
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The trestle crumble, roads overgrow
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
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| If, by a chance, a mussel
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| Or a playful otter
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| Would take one shard ashore
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| Maybe someone, sometime
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| Should find the amber
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| And lift it to the sun
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| Your heart is eternal
|
| Like a bee in amber
|
| The distant words in your gaze
|
| Drops of blood in honey-stream
|
| The memories of these days
|
| And times
|
| When moments became eternity
|
| The death-rimed peat and mould
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The marsh swallows up the treasures
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
|
| The bridge falls to the ground
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The trestle crumble, roads overgrow
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
|
| The death-rimed peat and mould
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The marsh swallows up the treasures
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
|
| The bridge falls to the ground
|
| Eat away the castles and flags
|
| The trestle crumble, roads overgrow
|
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss
|
| The marsh swallows up the treasures
|
| The death-rimed peat and mould
|
| The bridge falls to the ground |