Angra - Spell lyrics

[Angra - Spell lyrics]

Bad winds small breeze
Hollow ice autumns now shall shine
Oceans moveless eventide
Far away from sight

From the moonlight bring up dreams
Straight from hands to thee

Old born town on the streets
Nights, Games, Fantasy

My dreams and thoughts and fate
The balance's at your feet
Oh angel born too late for foreman to meet

For live with emotions must I
Dream to think you're mine
What purity I've lost so tender as the wine

In what muse senses froze this?
Could the lights feel weak?



But dreams are far to me
The balance's at your feet
Oh angel born too late
For fallen men to meet

What pure emotions must I dream
To think you're mine
What purity I've lost so tender
I should find

Around my careless world
I dream to think you're mine
What purity I've lost, so tender and divine?

What purity I've lost!oh thee!
To think you're mine
Down to the falling leaves that
Are brokened throught the dance
Around my caresless words I'd dream
To think you're mine
Oh! What a purity I've lost

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