The Festival Lyrics
I carry on, I can hear the eastern sea.
Under the hill the city sleeps in silent wintertime.
How many times have I walked this bridge across the stream?
Yet in my mind I know I never walked this road before
Deep in my dreams lies horror to the books that should not be.
There is no-one to keep those dreams locked deep inside of me.
How can this be? My father did not mention any tunnels.
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Descending slowly, with creatures that should crawl instead of walking.
Oh Lord, have mercy on my soul!
