From the album "The Empyrean Equation of the Long Lost Things". Buy here: orcd.co/vandenplasteeotllt
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Lyrics:
He´s standing alone
In the suburbia of the night
Like a tall pallid bone
He´s been here for aeviternal times
I know there are so many out there
Down in the snowflowergleaming light
But the Nephilim seems invisble
While he´s severing the tides
Sometimes you´ll see them - just once in a while
And then we fall in with the march of the Saints
Into a spiritual nightmare
Follow the saint men
We march into another world
It`s said they live somewhere out there
Down in the land of forgotten things
A subconscious clear signal
Is sending echoes to our dreams
Today they came to remind us - to regain what´s lost is not impossible
And if we still believe then nothing disappears
In the fields of the Nephilim
Sometimes you see them - just once in a while
And then we fall in with the march of the Saints
Into a spiritual nightmare
Follow the saint men
We march into another world
And take the way of lucid dreaming again
To find the ryche of the saviors
Echolocating all the lost and the needful things
And then we fall in with the march of the Saints
Into a spiritual nightmare
Follow the saint men
We march into another world
We cross the borderline again and again
Into the ryche of the saviors
Follow the saint men
To the fields of the Nephilim
And in the dark and mystic sea
Many things have gone astray
Softly quiet see them drown
They get lost and never found
But on the Lethe waterside
Phantoms severing the tides
And they are searching for lost things
For they themselves are lost belongings
And they save what is lost - they save all the love
These are the Saints
Scary and consoling
Bittersweet and wild
They try to fix our broken lives
Tell me where is the love
Once was given to me now it´s lost in the dark sea
And that´s why I deserve heaven´s burning me
In the end I was given a final beginning
With my lost thing from the fields of the Nephilim
Assigned to fall in with the march of the Saints
Into a spiritual nightmare
Follow the saint men
To the fields of the Nephilim
Scarecrowing monster alone in the tides
Skylining phantom please help me to find
Losing, missing, searching
Just to find out who we are
Throughout the state of evolution, we´ve failed to understand
It's not collecting but not losing - and to keep important things
We´ve lost the gene for audit finding
while stumbling through the tides
The genuine miracle of mankind is that we´re still alive
This was the story of the fountain
Where the loss of life begins
Called the empyrean equation of all the long-lost things
There you can feel the evanescence
We are forsaken kings
Can´t fix the empyrean equation of the long-lost things
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