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[music by En Declin - lyrics by Carmelo Paci]
In The Spanish Court All Run On The Slime
Of A Last Summer's Day Light Staring At The Immobile Square
From The Dark Space Of A Room, Through The Eyes Of Amaranth Curtains,
And The Last Days Coming On.... A Long Time Space To Stare In And Wait For Ever...
I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure I Prepare Medications Of Soul In Front The Machine
My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
The Declining State Of The Vice Reign Led Me Like Stranger On My...
Far Dynastic Shelter, To Reveal Only A False Climbing Up.
In The Spanish Court All Run On The Slime
Of A Last Summer's Day Light Staring At The Immobile Square
From The Dark Space Of A Room, Through The Eyes Of Amaranth Curtains,
And The Last Days Coming On.... A Long Time Space To Stare In And Wait For Ever...
I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure I Prepare Medications Of Soul In Front The Machine
My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
The Declining State Of The Vice Reign Led Me Like Stranger On My...
Far Dynastic Shelter, To Reveal Only A False Climbing Up.
I've Fear To Know Once More, Among Folders Of New World.
So My Fee Holds Me, And I Remain Still, Stay Knowing But I Am Blind.
I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure Art As A Sub-Escape Out, Along Flemish Nights Paths
My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
I Can't Leave The Mine, Before Fulfilled Duties Of Ancient Blood, To Ride The Centuries
I Learned The Fleeting Nature Of The Poor Flesh Before The Lifeless, Wanting It, Convicted By
So My Fee Holds Me, And I Remain Still, Stay Knowing But I Am Blind.
I Know We Have To Lost All Our Senses For Sure Art As A Sub-Escape Out, Along Flemish Nights Paths
My Soul Desolated Like The Landscape I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
I Can't Leave The Mine, Before Fulfilled Duties Of Ancient Blood, To Ride The Centuries
I Learned The Fleeting Nature Of The Poor Flesh Before The Lifeless, Wanting It, Convicted By
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