Yesterworld

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Yesterworld”
Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape of re-emerged figments of imagination I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye reveal that a dreamscape lies therein A yearning for a world where the everlost find their peace In the pearly gates of dawn on the astral feed of minds – envenomed to the bone forever cleansed from all called wrath as slumber sneaks upon and steals the thought of man all ridden from inner aggression... A voyage beyond this world In this paralell to real life – access lies in dreams Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep – the key to what's beyond In the wake of man we see essential dreams unfulfilled Enhance the value of life engraved words on the page of man In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... "This ain't no dream..." Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light "It's your dream coming true" Transcendance of the soul All by the sign of the moon I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames that burn in the errors of our ways In a night when the sky floats blue as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling in their outmost pride Now from dimensions fallen from the skies – like the flow of a stream From my sleep I continue onward – sleep is just a shape of destiny Weak sunlight of dawns to come, dancing swiftly in the shadows Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams ...landscape of my dreams Dim reflections of the pale a shade of grey in mind In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... "It's your reality..." Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light "It's much more than a dream" Transcendance of the soul All by the sign of the moon Soon these worlds will be one and mankind feasts on the sights of it all I yearn for things to come Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber as the mist slippes away to reveal... And the wind tears a scream from my lips – I am there.... In the dreamscape I adore (a moonclad reflection)

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