There it was. The final destiny.
A sunrise that never came, still the night lamp that never fadedaway.
Farewell was the word, and the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone about the beauty of its Prologue.
A sunrise that never came, still the night lamp that never fadedaway.
Farewell was the word, and the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone about the beauty of its Prologue.
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The Roundhouse Tapes
Sorceress
Pale Communion
Heritage
Watershed
Ghost Reveries