Luca Turilli - Altitudes

Fogs of silent Deadly ghostland Darken pathways To the sea of sorrow Tearing willows Hide the entrance Gothic portal To the ancient lost world Ancient lost world Crystal rain fail shy on me Wash and clean my bleeding hands There's no rose without a thorn Far above the open plain ENDLISS IS MY WILL OF HEAVEN ENDLESS IS MY FLIGHT INNER FLIGHT THROUGH THE BREATH OF LONELY SILVER CLOUDS NEW PERSPECTIVE NEW EYES ALTITUDES Gentle breeze of distant winds Light my mind refresh my soul View of nymphs and golden lakes All my thoughts can slowly fade ENDLESS IS MY WILL OF HEAVEN ENDLESS IS MY FLIGHT INNER FLIGHT THROUGH THE BREATH OF LONELY SILVER CLOUDS NEW PERSPECTIVE NEW EYES ALTITUDES