Great Desolation Songtext
von Gentle Stranger

Great desolation of what will be
Reduced to embers and fever dreams
Small creatures emerge cautiously
Climb up the rubble to watch the approaching sea
Where dragonflies fly ceaselessly
Catching colours on the breeze There is no secret left to retrieve
From deep beneath the old oak tree
Only the unnamed in-between
Still hung with pure potentiality
Some special incense and two fairies
Upon a gust, return with all that is carried

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