Theophany Songtext
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Still all feels
So close
Light around us, glances
Scent of the cinnamon
We so far from now

Every look of gold
The warmth
Broiling in streams of lechery
All the world extincts, fades as time
Pain of desire

And this night
(We coalesced with us)
Was to be our life
(Before dying in you)


And tomorrow I lie at the end
Of the quiet alley of our time

And I flow back to my
Theophany

And tomorrow I lie at the end
Of the quiet alley of our time

Still all feels
So close
Light around us, glances
Scent of the cinnamon
We so far from now

Theophany
Theophany
Theophany
Theophany