Angra. Angels Cry. I- The Parting Words. Zeneszám

Years gone by - Awake again
In a glowing star - That shines so far
Lasting child - Remains inside
Playing around - A future denied High overhead, dusk is insight.
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Fumbling the mist
Lingering around... Blow,
Carrying winds
Take me high
Where I can see
The hidden lights
That blink far beyond... Blow,
Carrying winds
Take me high
Where I can see
The hidden lights
That blink far beyond... And then
A painted dream
Colours that melt
Inside slender frames
There I'll stand
There I belong...