septic flesh pale beauty of the past şarkı sözleri
The mist unfolds its veilas the night falls in the forestThe moisty wind forces the treesto sing their sorrow.For centuries they are standing stilllike a petrified dream.Traped bodies in a wooden web,tall towers of another epoch.This sweet melancholythat is brought by the precious memoryThe Pale Beauty of the Pastis kept in the whisper of the wind.Only the fragile heartcan understand the charm of the old.The best things in life are those we can'thave yet, still we hope.Blessed will be the daywhen the circle will be complete.Then the song of the muse will be heardagain the mourning of the trees will stop.[Solo : Sotiris]This sweet melancholythat is brought by the precious memoryThe Pale Beauty of the Pastlost in the vortex of time.
