A Dying Sun (In The Morning Of Moonlight)

Octavia

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Follow the river`s steam
Reality's been covered by frozen water
The domain is hidden by secrets
And forced to come out resounding

Sounds from inner circles surround my head
Drowning in the within
The craft infects internal ring underneath smoke
I hit the ground

The illusion preaches of unknown storms
And the moaning wind steals up on a dying sun
In the morning of moonlight
A melting soil reveres the rising night
And the gloomy water turns darker

Blood from his eyes
Hits my face as I cry
Never will this disappear
The craft corrodes my skin
And floats down through my veins
We become one

The illusion preaches of unknown storms
And the moaning wind steals up on a dying sun
In the morning of moonlight
A melting soil reveres the rising night
And the gloomy water turns darker