| I was instructed to find out where time flows
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| And when a new countdown begins in history
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| I was sent to where silence is born
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| I was created to know and bring this knowledge
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| People used to live in this place (people)
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| They believed that there would be no end to this world,
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| But ancient predictions began to come true
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| All were doomed to wander
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| People left without stopping waiting
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| That something like this could happen again
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| And no one remembers if it's a fairy tale or a true story
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| That their past country was swallowed by velvet dust (dust)
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| You can only find out for sure there.
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| And everyone is ready to believe my words
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| About that abandoned place where there is no movement
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| Where only moonlight can penetrate
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| Once flowers grew here, dreams came true
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| Ah, people lived here, but then some left forever
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| The lives of others have disappeared
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| Without a trace, without a trace, without a trace
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| Once flowers grew here, dreams came true
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| Yeah, people lived here, but then some left forever
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| The lives of others have disappeared
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| Without a trace, without a trace, hey-yo, ah
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| I go down the stairs to the shadow room
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| To the realm of forgotten days and nights
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| Where the air is replaced by silence
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| And everything around is shrouded in ghostly darkness
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| The last time they came here hundreds of years ago
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| And I'm the first here for several centuries in a row
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| Smooth layers of velvet dust
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| The traces of the last visitors were hidden
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| The night clouds have parted, the moon is shining
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| A beam of cloudy light pours from the window
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| cold stone slabs
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| The floors are covered with velvet dust
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| My eyes get used to this wild darkness
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| I'm starting to see the portraits on the wall
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| I take an old box in my hands
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| I hear gentle magical sounds
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| I am bewitched by this quiet ringing
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| Everything around looks mysterious, two-faced
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| I am chained to this magical world
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| (Yeah) yeah, that's the epitome of psycholyra
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| Body tremors are transmitted to the walls
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| Slowly I step forward timidly
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| I do not dare to disturb this great peace of ages
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| Carelessness of their steps
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| I look without moving through the cold of stones
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| The abyss widens in my memory
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| Time silently absorbs cities and countries
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| And human plans no longer mean anything
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| The clatter of time steps slows down
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| The gentle whisper of the hourglass subsides
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| My movements were bound by magical power
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| And velvet dust has already covered my thoughts
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| Stop, stop, slow down the fight hearts
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| Noise (*noise*) entered here with me
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| The flickering light of sleepy eyes is fading
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| Consciousness loses my power
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| These thoughts, chilling blood
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| The light will go out forever and won't wake me up again
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| I will forever remain a victim of velvet dust
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| Like the people who lived here centuries ago
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| Flowers grew here, dreams came true
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| Ah, people lived here, but then some left forever
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| The lives of others have disappeared
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| Without a trace, without a trace, without a trace
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| Once flowers grew here, dreams came true
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| Yeah, people lived here, but then some left forever
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| The lives of others have disappeared
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| Without a trace, without a trace, without a trace
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| Flowers used to grow here
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| Yeah, people lived here, but then some left forever
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| The lives of others have disappeared
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| Without a trace? |
| Without a trace! |
| Mmm
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| A, gone to the past, erased by time
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| Gone in the past, frozen forever
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| Psycholira, strictly
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| Psychic lyrics, anyway
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| Ah, the roots that someone remembers, someone remembers
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| Pa-am-pam, pa-rara, pa-ra |