Nightrage - Macabre Apparition


You think that this night will be the last
the loathsome details of this tranquillity
beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
all of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes

Recollections and dirges mangled by the time
the ideals worships of this crude religion, after every dawn, hoping for a rainbow that may never come, shadows which you can't feel

Chorus:
Macabre apparition like a flight of dead swans
unable to see the forest for the trees

Bridge:
An oasis which is not an illusion it will be forever there waiting

You think that this night will be the last
the loathsome details of this tranquillity
beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
all of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes

Chorus

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