Well, the time has come
To come back in the clouds below
This iris that appears in my eyes
To come back cheered by the crowd
There is something strange in the air
(The) clouds smother all colors
And each motion is restricted
At the burning breath of the wind
Suffering as the reflex of the
Smoke of a candle turned off
By the wax
Melted by themselves
There is something strange
The Mother was broken
And it's still playing this painful song
(That) everything creates and everything shakes
Instrumental
Like a beautiful nightmare I fall into the void
Into the darkness, like a tear close to the dawn
Just in the breath of the wind
Each tree shows a face and a whisper says HALLELUJA!
Looking from the moon this enormous burial
I realize (that) every dream was in vain
The day the earth has lost the words
The only voice in my head scream
Bells are ringing
This damned lullaby
Bells are ringing
For those who fell here
Bells are ringing
This damned lullaby
Bells are ringing
For those who fell here
Million of little people
On the top of a lightning rod
Locked, Bared, Praying God
That everything runs quickly
Million of little people
On the top of a lightning rod
Locked, Bared, Praying God
That everything runs quickly
I who have seen the beginning
I who find the end
I who walks alone
I, I, I, I
I who have seen the beginning
I who find the end
I who walks alone
I, I, I, I
I, living in the fate
I look for the create
I walk this line between love and hate
But I am here now and they didn't wait
I, in the end of this story
I am your last memory
I, (the) final act of this show
I found the ghosts in the clouds below
Instrumental part
I, living in the fate
I look for the create
I walk this line between love and hate
But I am here now and they didn't wait
I, in the end of this story
I am your last memory
I, (the) final act of this show
I found the ghosts in the clouds below
Try to defeat
What you believe in
Try to defeat
And scream, scream!
Bells are ringing
This damned lullaby
Bells are ringing
For those who fell here
Bells are ringing
This damned lullaby
Bells are ringing
For those who fell here
Million of little people
On the top of a lightning rod
Locked, Bared, Praying God
That everything runs quickly
Million of little people
On the top of a lightning rod
Locked, Bared, Praying God
That everything runs quickly

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