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Dark Tranquillity
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Yesterworld
Lyricist：Martin Hans Knut Henriksson, Anders Mikael Jivarp, Mikael Bengt Stanne, Niklas Bo Sundin
Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate
I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape
Of re-emerged figments of imagination
I am aroused in sleep, aroused in sleep
Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye
Reveal that a dream scape lies therein
A yearning for a world
Where the ever lost find their peace
In the pearly gates of dawn
On the astral feed of minds
Envenomed to the bone
Forever cleansed from all called wrath
As slumber sneaks upon
And steals the thought of man
All ridden from inner aggression
A voyage beyond this world
In this parallel to real life
Access lies in dreams
Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep
The key to what's beyond
In the wake of man, we see
Essential dreams unfulfilled
Enhance the value of life
Engraved words on the page of man
In the presence of the moon
An owl awakes and calls a name
Tells a story of a world
Accessible only at night
(This ain't no dream)
Legend tells of a yesterworld
A dream scape of strange light
It's your dream coming true
Transcendence of the soul
All by the sign of the moon
I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames
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That burn in the errors of our ways
In a night when the sky floats blue as turquoise
And the stars of silver are twinkling
In their utmost pride
Now from dimensions fallen from the skies
Like the flow of a stream
From my sleep, I continue onward
Sleep is just a shape of destiny
Weak sunlight of dawns to come
Dancing swiftly in the shadows
Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams
Landscape of my dreams
Dim reflections of the pale
A shade of gray in mind
In the presence of the moon
An owl awakes and calls a name
Tells a story of a world
Accessible only at night
It's your reality
Legend tells of a yesterworld
A dream scape of strange light
It's much more than a dream
Transcendence of the soul
All by the sign of the moon
Soon these worlds will be one
And mankind feasts on the sights of it all
I yearn for things to come
Still wrapped in thrall of slumber
As the mist slips away to reveal
And the wind tears a scream from my lips
I am there
In the dream scape, I adore
A moonclad reflection
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