| Winds blowing strong bring an echo of sorrow
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| As one lonely figure wanders the land
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| Lost in himself, hatred became his only friend
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| Fog was their shelter on their road to nowhere
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| Years of roaming beneath grey skies
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| Have made him forgotten his name, all his life
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| Far in the distance a mountain draws his gaze
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| «My steps will lead me there, but it’s so far…»
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| «So…this landscape will be my tomb…"-«Never»
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| «How long time will I have to feed this devil in me?»
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| «It seems I’ve betrayed myself
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| Bowed down to fear and hate»
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| Blinded by obsessions, consumed by a spiral
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| Erasing the beauty he once left behind
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| There in the horizon the mountain calls his name
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| «It might be the time to awake, I should try…»
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| «So…this landscape will be my tomb…"-«Never»
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| «How long time will I have to feed this devil in me?»
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| «It seems I’ve betrayed myself
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| Bowed down to fear and hate»
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| Now, as the snow starts to fall he is closing his eyes
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| Calmed down, that soft caress brings him memories
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| Of who he once was
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| Buried in the white lays his old clothes which tied
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| Down his soul
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| Run! |
| Break away!
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| Your tempest is agonizing
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| Climb! |
| One more breath and climb!
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| The summit is waiting
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| Run! |
| Break away!
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| Your tempest is agonizing
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| Climb! |
| One more breath and climb!
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| The summit now waits for you
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| When the sun is down he looks up to the sky
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| The stars that shine bring him the peace of mind
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| The silence sings; |
| his soul now is unchained
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| The wind now tells: «In harmony is the night»
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| The wind now tells: «In harmony is the night»
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| The wind now tells: «In harmony is the night» |