1. |
Erebus
04:32
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At the birth of time
I saw her there
Her ethereal eyes
Her ethereal stare
And I grew
And she did too
And I then knew
What I was going to do
I’d express my love
To her heavenly heart
She’d rejoice
And our time would start
So I took the Sun
From its place in my heart
I wrapped it up
And our time would start
She’s galaxies away
Her colossal soul
Her star-drawn mind
Her cherubic care
Such a perfect design
I’d express my love
To her heavenly heart
She’d rejoice
And our time would start
So I took the Sun
From its place in my heart
I wrapped it up
And our time would start
Galaxies away…She’s Galaxies away
I’ll bring eternal darkness
To lighten my love
Those people will scream, regardless
I’ll lighten my love
Galaxies away…She’s Galaxies away
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2. |
Expansion
05:15
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The seas will rise
The sun will set
Lightning will strike
Winter falls to the ground
Green is nowhere found
Cold sweeps through the air
Darkness is all that stares
A man came from the trees
He spoke of death over seas
He told us to run and hide
He told us to go inside
And he yelled
The ocean started to freeze
And the air we tried to breath
Molecules of water left
Began to freeze, began to rest
The echoes screamed
No more airplanes
No more birthplace
No more friends and
No more family
And no more heartache
No more mistakes
No more laughter
No more happiness
No more sunlight
No more goodnights
No more sweet dreams
No more memories
No more green grass
No more tall trees
No more clouds to count
No more loving
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3. |
A Winter's Warmth
01:35
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4. |
Overgrowth's Chorus
04:59
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5. |
Ascension
02:19
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Every day's the same
And all we do is blame
The sunlight
For the night sky
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