الكلمات الأصلية
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In the deepest dream without sleep
The pale crescent grins at the world
Revealing the night's sharp teeth
Chewing on someone's sorrow
Several stars would appear
Then be drowned in these vast black skies
Three winters away from my old life
I look back and I smile, I smile
I want to be the hero of my story
Lost to the winds, without a dwelling
Blades in my heart count seven
It's cold like London in December
Wherever I go I feel the same
Chased by the night, I count days
And time crawls by like a serpent
Certain times I wish I was somewhere
Far in the distant land
