Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
Dreams inside a box
I'm passing by a sunless island
(Take a look and unlock
Q&a, got no response)
Facts outside a door
Nothing is around the time expired
(Let me know what to know
Just all the same whisper)
Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
The forest darkens deep and I hear
The waking sound, the waking sound
The waking sound, the waking
The shadow follows me around
With the striking red, the striking red
The striking red, the striking bullet
Silence on the wall
I'm leafing through a wordless bible
(Take a look and unlock
Q&a, got no response)
Screaming under the bed
Nothing is around, the time expired
(Let me know what to know
Just all the same whisper)
Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
Standing trees are born in dawn
Like talking bees and fire beasts
Let the breeze make her believe
Something is wrong
Something is right
The forest darkens deep and I hear
The waking sound, the waking sound
The waking sound, the waking
The shadow follows me around
With the striking red, the striking red
The striking red, the striking bullet
The light is dead ahead
One step away, never be scared
It's leaping from the end of night
Now you're sleeping tight
As always all the things you dream
Begins a mixing beats
It's leaping from the end of night
Now you're sleeping tight
Dreams inside a box
I'm passing by a sunless island
Facts outside a door
Nothing is around the time expired
Silence on the wall
I'm leafing through a wordless bible
Screaming under the bed
Nothing is around, the time expired
As always all the things you dream
Begins a mixing beats
It's leaping from the end of night
Now you're sleeping tight
The forest darkens deep and I hear
The waking sound, the waking sound
The waking sound, the waking
The shadow follows me around
With the striking red, the striking red
The striking red, the striking bullet
The stormy wind is coming now
I close my eyes in freezing cold
With the striking bullet
