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Silence. You see the sun high in the sky.

You are looking for home of banished inhabitants.

What do you feel?

I feel the deadly smell.

I feel the calm.

I see the fearsome end.

The end of dawn.

That brings me sorrow time.

That brings me grief.

And I am asking for

The truth about forest myth.

The forest myth.

I hope I'll find the truth.

I'll find the keys.

Why skies look at me so,

So sadly trees?

I follow fearsome dawn.

I follow death

Pursued by ghost of robin.

He breaks my feeble breath.

He breaks my breath.

Our home will be a wasted land.

We're flying away to not go mad.

We're flying to heaven.

No more home.

Who might defend us from the doom?

Who might defend us from the cold?

Who might defend us?

Nobody.

I found the frightful truth.

And fearsome dawn

Hasn't pierce me through my soul

As ghost thereon.

I keep my iron calm.

I keep my mind.

I want to leave this place.

But I hear everywhere ghost's pipe.

I hear ghost's pipe.

(Guitar solo)

Our home will be a wasted land.

We're flying away to not go mad.

We're flying to heaven.

No more home.

Who might defend us from the doom?

Who might defend us from the cold?

Who might defend us?

Nobody.

My fault leads me ...robins fall, they are dying...

To saviour.

Master doesn't hear me, he's a terrible machine of silence.

No faith, Doom leads them in grave.