Sleep White Winter - 02. Last Dying Dreams | Текст песни

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In my world
Ceaselessly we call
To all the unknown
To what shall we fall?
The gardens of time
In what I call home
At death it is in
These gardens I roam

Feel the leaves of dying sleep
Following eternal
Light in an abyss
Hear the scream of gentle breeze
Haunting the nocturnal souls
Who can't be free

I still see the memories
Of all my lost dying dreams