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Lost in the storming, things come alive Faces are forming, trembling by Pass through the fire, pass through the walls Under the bushes, kings of the claws Shivering cold, visions of old think all the demons away Hovering through, drifting into legends of fortune and fame In distant lands, the unseen hand will pluck you from the throne And we'll slide like vipers to the hole Up from the ashes, sail through the yard Visions of wonder carry you far Voices come pleading, spirits arrive Descending slowly out from the night Shivering cold, visions of old think all the demons away Hovering through, drifting into legends of fortune and fame In distant lands, the unseen hand will pluck you from the throne And we'll slide like vipers to the hole Beneath the ocean with cold throats, we gasp Night waves come falling, untroubled by the past Oh weeds change to forests, oceans turn to gas Oh who will remember the houses and the paths? From Letras Mania