Текст (слова) песни: Solitude Aeturnus - The 8-th Day: Mourning

"Draw the curtains
Its time to sleep
Everything is not as it seems
Silent hands of winter winds
Are drawing near...
Fold the tension slowly
Wait beneath the tear

The tarnished gold
Through the window pain
Lies dead upon the floor
While unseen eyes
Crouch low behind
The walls so thin...
The pious curse the holy
So evening curse the day

[CHORUS]
And on the 8Th day...
I should have known its name
years consume the hours
Turning black to gray

Light the fire
My dreamers son
You are the only one
To walk alone
In this desperate maze
Whose price has just begun

Drowning lies
In bottles of time
Shipwrecked for no one to see
Reaching as far
To other worlds
Besieged by numbered days
Besieged by numbered days..."

[After we receive the gift of life we inevitably grow old, giving birth to new]
[life in a desperate attempt to preserve some part of ourselves for]
[eternity.-Lyle]

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Belive
Beneath The Fading Sun
Beyound...
Black Castle
Chapel of Burning
Concern
Days Of Prayer
Destiny Falls To Ruin
Dream Of Immortality
Elysium
Empty Faith
Eternal (Dreams Part 2)
Falling
Haunting The Obscure
Idis
It Came Upon One Night
Lament
Mental Pictures
Midnight Dreams
Mirror Of Sorrow
My Endtime
Never
Only This (And Nothing More)
Opaque Divinity
Pain
Pawns Of Anger
Perfect Insanity
Personal God
Phantoms
Plague Of Procreation
Seeds Of The Desolate
Shattered My Spirit
Spiral Descent
The 8-th Day: Mourning
The 9-th Day: Awakening
The Fall
The Final Sin
The Hourglass
These are the Nameless
Together and Wither
Transcending Sentinels
Where Angels Dare To Tread
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