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Sabbath
01:53
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
The Dream of Flying
04:49
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The Dream of Flying
Another night, Selene is bright
Shines over the world asleep
But here we are, awake and far
From their human kind
Be ready now the time is up
We’ll find a way through the clouds
The nightmare of every child
Fear when you close your eyes
The dream of flying, flying, flying, flying
No one will ever rest
Hearts pounding in their chest
Fears and tears in every dream
Empty beds and rolling heads
We all belong to the skies
And today we’ll learn to fly
Hold your breath , stop your heart
Catch the flame and jump in the dark
The dream of flying, flying, flying, flying
(And when you’ll dominate the western winds
Come say hi to the old Moll Dyer
She’s waiting for you in the woods.
Across the river, near the graveyard
Ask about her to the big wise owl
Then follow the bone trail
And you’ll arrive to her majesty)
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When Reason Sleeps It Generates Monsters
Prisoner of myself
Eyes begin to fade
So tired for the day
I know they will come back
The light is already off
Shadows get longer
I stay in my bed
Trapped in the nightmare’s web
What would you do
If you saw me slowly disappear?
Would you stay if my deepest fears kept haunting us
Feel the time going by
Hear my call when the sun goes down
Please let me dream a new day
Imagining to ride the night
Hold on your memories
They’ll try to run, run away
I get lost in my thoughts
Just like an empty maze
I would run away
Far from these cold chains
The sense of loneliness
Strains my aching lungs
Noises from the past
Reach my tears so fast
What would you do
If you saw your world falling down?
Would you fly if all your hopes were broken dreams
Feel the time going by
Hear my call when the sun goes down
Please let me dream a new day
Imagining to ride the night
Hold on your memories
They’ll try to run, run away
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4. |
Into the Mist
06:09
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(Intrumental)
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The Small Town
05:59
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THE SMALL TOWN
In the middle of the mountains there’s a small town In the middle of that town there’s an old house Closed for a long time, nobody seems to care
But voices and beliefs grow silently in the streets
There are those who say he fell ill with longing Others said something was wrong with his head Maybe tired, maybe disheartened
But everyone knows the truth..
His heart broke and they never saw him again
The walls fall apart and the ivy grows tall
The roof’s unstable and the windows all crashed
You wouldn’t believe they had fun in there once
Summer parties, night skies, friends, the end of the school
There are those who say he fell ill with longing Others said something was wrong with his head Maybe tired, maybe disheartened
But everyone knows the truth..
His heart broke and they never saw him again
Legend has it that he was a music man
An ordinary guy, a fan of romance
One day he locked himself in the car falling asleep When he awoke he found himself in his childhood bed
There are those who say that he fell ill with longing Others said something was wrong with his head Maybe tired, maybe disheartened
But everyone knows the truth..
His heart stopped but they never saw him to prove it
Now the children of the summer tell stories about him every year Some say ghosts still wander in those halls when the sun disappears Such nonsense, blissful youth
I’ve lived here two centuries
I’ve seen no ghosts
Seasons change, yet for me it’s always fall
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The Door
08:20
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The Door
All in all tonight the watchtower seems so far away Nothing comes from the northern misty hills
An ancient dark scream from the wooden door
It makes me worried and so sad
But if you don’t trust me anymore Please, try to reach that sound Remember the path to the way back Hide behind the trees and watch
Oooooh oooooh
A cathedral full of useless flying broken dreams
Old fears plan revenge from the center of the earth Choirs of lost hopes claim their grave on the surface Lying ghosts of the past march in line ready to fight Only one door prevents the end of this cruel world
Days go by and black clouds seem to like that dark cold place A disturbing natural epicenter of bad thoughts
The bowels of the earth begin to boil so hard
The door will open very soon
But if you don’t trust me anymore Please, try to reach that place Remember the path to the way back Hide behind the trees and watch
Oooooh oooooh
A cathedral full of useless flying broken dreams
Old fears plan revenge from the center of the earth Choirs of lost hopes claim their grave on the surface Lying ghosts of the past march in line ready to fight
It’s time to seal that door
And I hope I won’t be late but, you know,
We’ve got to sink first in order to resurface from the mind Well, it’s how it goes...
Now leave me here with fallen lies
I see you cry, I see you cry in the rain Your eyes on me, begging me for the end For a long, long time I hid from you
How could I know I was wrong
A little smile, a little smile on your face
The same you used to do when you were with me Life is a river that drags us apart
And sometimes you want to get lost
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Saturn
05:21
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Saturn
The blood of my sweet children all over his face
Not hunger moved him nor their betrayal
A sentence in a prophecy, a road straight down to hell Vanished any dream I had of saving them all
When power, sorrow and folly are linked by destiny Strange creatures cloud his mind letting the beast free Six five four three two one, I can’t anymore
There’s no time to spare, Zeus I have to save
Slashing those gentle hearts
Venom crying over his eyes
Flesh of his own flesh blood of his own blood
Across the candles, beyond the shadows, he’s looking at me A smile upon my face you have forever taken away
Like a fury shame follows the wall of regret
You will never see them grow, but I will see you fall
Slashing those gentle hearts
Venom crying over his eyes
Flesh of his own flesh blood of his own blood
Slashing those gentle hearts
Venom crying over his eyes
Flesh of his own flesh blood of his own blood
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8. |
The Haunted Mansion
02:49
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(Instrumental)
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9. |
Giant
09:50
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