Spell Lyrics

Bad winds
Small breeze
Hollow ice
Autumn now shall shine
Oceans
Moveless eventide
Far away from sight

From the moonlight
Bring up dreams
Straight from hands to thee
Old born town
On the streets
Nights turns to fantasy

My dreams and thoughts and fate
The balance´s at your feet
Oh angel born too late
For foreman to meet

For live with emotions must
I dream to think you're mine
What purity I've lost
So tender as the wine

In what muse senses froze this?
Could the lights feels weak?
My dreams are far to me
The balance´s at your feet
Oh angel born too late
For foreman to meet

What pure emotions must
I dream to think you´re mine
What purity I´ve lost so tender
I should find...

Around my careless words
I dream to think you´re mine
What purity I´ve lost
So tender and divine?

What purity I´ve lost!
To think you´re mine
Down to the falling leaves
that are brokened throught the dance

Around my careless words
I dream to think you´re mine
What purity I´ve lost...

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