Run Away From Harpies

Run away All your apostles whisper out of your body Run away Leave all your missions Trust the magician Run away Blur your sweet mind Leave it behind You are given a chance Run away The side of dying winds awaits you Singing to you from afar Run in the air Talking trees form a symphony Try to erase your love from your memory The gate appeared Witches are here To the light of day It's your decision Will you join or come back The side of dying winds is tempting It gives you everything you want Firstly you lose only one thing If you get used to it-more Everything here is really wonderful But after some time you realize that you're lost Witches have stolen Your beloved ugly soul And who knows how many such worlds live and die in you Run away