Company Band (The)
Lethe Waters
Moth and a candle, frenzied it fliesSole mad obsession, certain demise.There, a dim fire, Steady the wheel.Below the wreckage scrapes at the keel.Walk the field of endless doors.At every step they implore.Lethe waters.The quiet drum.Endless marchingOf forgetting ones.Just the next turn now,Just the next bend.It can't be much furtherWhere this road ends.There, in the distance.You hear it call?But what we are afterWho can recall?Walk the field of endless doors.At every step they implore.Lethe waters.SongtexteThe quiet drum.Endless marchingOf forgetting ones.Lethe waters.The quiet drum.Slow marchingOf forgetting ones.Lethe waters.The quiet drum.Endless marchingOf forgetting ones.Lethe waters.The quiet drum.Endless marchingOf forgetting ones.
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