Strand Of Oaks - Dark Shores
Minerals formed by the rain
Whispers echo deep inside the cave
On an ice moon where all our fathers? live
We?ll go there to find some rest
I spent most of my life
Wandering in the wasted hours
I spent most of my life
Wandering in the wasted hours
Storm clouds gather around our heads
Black birds circle waiting to be fed
I?ll build a house on these dark shores
Past lives won?t bother anymore
They won?t find me here
(I spent most of my life, wandering in the wasted hours)
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