Mechanical Poet - Sirens From The Underland - Sözleri

Lay your head on a feathery moss

Freeze your mind and drown in doss

See the places you have never been

Let the magic begin..



Bountiful gilt

Stained the green

Never-ending wilt

Covered the scene

Fanciful shades

Gathered on the glades

Wheezy summertime slowly fades



Mummified grass

Cloaked the lanes

Faint ruddy brass

Coloured the plains

Deep in the haze

A pristine race

Is beginning to sing witching lays



Wonderful ballads are lugging away

You won't be back if you leave the way

Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir

From a nebulous mire

Are they contented or just magnetized?

Enfettered and still mesmerized








		
			



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