Tekster: Trance Of Mine. Asleep.

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[ P. Roberts ]

Though those sands of time
Appears to be forbidden dreams
I dispel awhile my sense of illness
Obsidian sight silently goes

Down and deep where I'm asleep
When my soul fell into sleep
Came the golden chime

What was devolved bliss
Appears to be intended blight
Secluded essence disturbed in vain
Subservient to my fate

Down and deep where I'm asleep
When my soul fell into sleep
Came the golden chime

Sleep
When my soul fell into sleep
Down and deep where I'm asleep