Текст песни Wood Might - Fyrce Muons

It is time for some patience in this ménage a trois
I see the sons of the ancients
I feel the summer of the cross
I don't want to live in visions
I don't want to be in roam
Couldn't see the distant legions
Couldn't feel my younger home

Another landmine in a corner in a syncophonic queue
I see the hanging congregation
I break another stupid rule
And I don't mind the scent of angels
I don't mind the potpourris
I see the curtains in the windows
I see them pull apart my grief

And I wood not
And the red sets from the hilltop
And the big tree
And the dirt smell of the homeland
And the wood ice
And the wood rot and the woodland
Of a big nest
And the bee stings and the big thorns

I counted all the days
Of finishing the sunlight with a burst of iron haze
On finding nothing great
We seize upon the one thing in our lives to celebrate
Now I can see the why
The saddened child in all of us prepares another dream
Continue I unwind
The knots of purge releasing all the memories I be

I don't want to live in visions
I don't want to be in roam
Couldn't see the distant armies
Couldn't leave my younger home

Just how long have I been waiting
Just how long have I been gone
Is there any other hidden
Is there any other room
As I drink from this elixir
As I satisfy my pain
In another incarnation I would do it all again