[05:41.00]Sometimes the night
[05:41.00]Brings memories, sometimes the night
[05:41.00]Brings feelings you thought they are died
[05:41.00]In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes
[05:41.00]The night
[05:41.00]
[05:41.00]This time a sea of ox-eyes
[05:41.00]Painting the irises of white
[05:41.00]Flooding mi senses with light
[05:41.00]Filling my forgotten halls with bright
[05:41.00]
[05:41.00]Because the lanes of the night
[05:41.00]Always lead to railways blind
[05:41.00]Always lead to the most pointless rhymes
[05:41.00]Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write
[05:41.00]Take the hand that is given to you
[05:41.00]Let yourself to this Sunday morning
[05:41.00]
[05:41.00]We're riding this shore to some-place beyond
[05:41.00]So don't ever believe we'd stop by
[05:41.00]A thousand years we've got ahead of your eyes [x2]
[05:41.00]
[05:41.00]The further sight, always the farthest of sights
[05:41.00]The farthest sight
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[05:41.00]Pride and might
[05:41.00]We believe it's Nothijngrad