Текст песни Earth And Pillars - Myth

Текст:

Up high, ‘tween ever-growing silver clouds Thy mountains peaks aim to the sky Of snow eternal Thou made a shroud There, where Thy hidden portals rise To wide open highlands rest Where grass and marshes grow lush Fertile whispers of old in Thy chest Purity that gush eternally The vastness of Thy centuries past In stones, vales and mountains forever lasts The face of immortal living statues we gaze Longing for stories they will not tell As they stray in a timeless haze In their silence hides their farewell Alone Thou wanderest through space, Profound One with the hidden face, Thou art Poverty’s great rose, The eternal metamorphose Of gold into the light of the Stars.

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