Frühsport Im Sachsenwald - Novalis

You might think you've picked a scene But you haven't The real ones far to mean The watered down one The one you know Was made up centuries ago It made it

Innate 13 At times my empty and tangled eyes betray To believe this I need more than mere faith In this cold and desolate ward of mind Intoxicated truth I

The Doomwatcher The oath sworn by the faithful Decades of decayed thoughts, false belief Crushed by one man with the sword of word The chosen one is yet to

Ignifer Words echo in abyss, the glow of rotten moon Lights the path I stumble, from one misery to another I just want to dream, to see through my destiny