Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Message In The Amber, artist - Amorphis. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Message In The Amber |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Thus dawns the Age of Moss |
| Just floating scraps |
| That search their form |
| Shards sinking to the bottom |
| Wealth and knowledge buried by mud |
| The magic blade covered by sand |
| 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 |
| If, by a chance, a mussel |
| Or a playful otter |
| Would take one shard ashore |
| Maybe someone, sometime |
| Should find the amber |
| And lift it to the sun |
| 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 |