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Someone's song quietly flows amidst the softly mist Glistening like a drop of water, the timbre plays the music of the beatFangs are bitten off before they open their eyesNow made to listen to that softly trembling voiceShining in the evening mist, a song of rapture and anguish resoundsFangs are bitten off before they open their eyesBurn that trembling voiceLimitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent skyIf I can return somedayAlone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapseThe beat, that's still circulating, heals the woundsChanging colors like the morning mist, the timbre plays the music of imaginationFangs are bitten off before their eyes openBurn that trembling voiceLimitlessly, high, far like the fickle cloudsIf I can become free somedayWithin a time with limitations I seem to go astray and break butThe beat still searches for the sleeping youSongtexteLimitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent skyIf I can return somedayAlone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapseThe beat, that's still circulating, heals the woundsFangs are bitten off before they open their eyesBurn that trembling voiceFangs are bitten off before a reason awakensBurn the disconnected senses Aus Songtexte Mania