Arenna - Visions of Rex | Текст песни

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• Arenna
• Visions of Rex

Snow filled land ´neath skies of grey,
Hid from sight paths below the white.
Cold wires sway hang in the air.
Pure, vain prayer starving itself.
Snowman stop and think:
It´s a child that rolls your head up
And you take revenge
Rolling up a bigger one than him.
Your eyes above the ball.
When the angle froze.

Roof on a house. walks to the door.
Shapes in the shadows that haven´t moved in years.
Hallway a dark road at night
And at the end of it, a still breath is heared
In the sitting dark
Staring a statue colored dog
And behind him a box
With frozen sides.