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There's a question in the darkness There's a hundred open doors There's a whisper on the stairways In every second floor You know all room is infinate You know you cannot fly We try to fill the void with indifference And watch with orphan eyes For him who is For him we cannot find For him who knows We fill the room with obscure relatives in every second floor SongtexteYour seventh son Your seventh sister's lover's gonna come It's seven stairways to the room where we belong There's a question in the darkness There's a hundred open doors Our steps injure the dust And we forget what we came here for There's a whisper in the darkness There are hundred traps Gleaming eyes on the corridor watching every single step Your seventh son Your seventh sister's lover's gonna come It's seven stairways to the room where we belong We fill the rooms with fake calmness Our eyes persuaded to be blind You know all room is infinate You know we cannot fly Aus Songtexte Mania