Enslaved
Distant Seasons
Two dreams, under the quiet sun
Ended long ago, and just begun
Moments gone eternally
Time is cosmic vanity
Preserved in folded spaces vast
No distance between "if" and past
Now that I am hunting shadows
Know that this is the way I chose
I need the light you spawn
We will live an endless dawn
Moments gone eternally
Time is cosmic vanity
Preserved in folded spaces vast
No distance between "if" and past
From Letras Mania