Тексты песен «Ebony Lake»


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Ebony Lake - A Voice In The Piano

As you drown, I fought oceans in vain; it's cold now under the moon. It's hard to breathe... breathe. Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano. Amid the cold roof of the charnel house,...

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Ebony Lake - On The Eve Of The Grimly Inventive

Soar with you, soar in vigour. Washed with an old vessel, smashed, surging up to The Andromeda to cascade down on the architecture... easily visible at the glacier even. A path was found, a way to the lungs of an...

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Ebony Lake - The Author Of The Burning Flock

The hallucinating laughter of the drunken scholar, bleeding on his script, burning parchment warms his face, sleeping... Outside the children gather, dancing with skylarks in splendour. The fire dancers surging towards...

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Ebony Lake - The Music & Woe Between Horse Thieves

Still and almost as if I could not see it, at the foot of the ocean borne along by the driftwood there it lay and as the marble darkened the colossal and corpse pile, arcane within it's being, shuddered it's wings. As I...

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Ebony Lake - The Music And Woe Between Horse Thieves

Still and almost as if I could not see it, at the foot of the ocean borne along by the driftwood there it lay and as the marble darkened the colossal and corpse pile, arcane within it's being, shuddered it's wings. As I...

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Ebony Lake - The Wandering Of Ophelia Through The Untamed Count

Ventus planctus caligo fallo suus. The lilies part gracefully at the sinking of the sun. The abandoned silken bed revels in leaves of the countryside. The chess pieces are moved by unseen hands. The butterflies gather...

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Ebony Lake - The Wandering Of Ophelia Through The Untamed Countryside

Ventus planctus caligo fallo suus. The lilies part gracefully at the sinking of the sun. The abandoned silken bed revels in leaves of the countryside. The chess pieces are moved by unseen hands. The butterflies gather...

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Ebony Lake - Within Deepest Red (The Opening Of...)

Quietly as it began, spilling then forming. This rain is so strange... emerald I think. The owl by my window brings tales of another... Apparently melting our opal. We centre around this crying ghost; Feed it wine...