Anthology In Black

The Gathering

Composición de: B. Smits
Thousand morbid dreams cross my mind
 Reflections of the past, twilight in my thoughts
 Try to think back to how it all started
 But the act stands in the shadows of my thoughts
 
 As the curtain of mist slips away
 I can see, destruction of a thousand
 Curon's lights will die tonight
 Bells toll for the wrath that unfolds
 
 Hear the bells chime upon the water
 Feel the wind chasing the silence
 Lake of Resia, divinity was lost
 And lost it shall remain
 
 When I close my eyes what will I see?
 It takes me back to the beginning of the end
 When false illusions caressed my mind
 Curtain falls on the world of today
 
 Hear the bells chime upon the water
 Feel the wind chasing the silence
 Watch my heaven turning to hell
 Midst the sound of a tolling bell
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