Some of trees have been growing for years
The leaves on floor must be five meters deep
The paths are a Labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don`t turn some things never come back
Secret recording were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, here`s Gallahad
They`re rising back up, they`re rising back up
Shadows dance back up, it`s happening again
If you listen carefully you migth hear them whisper:"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they`re scrambled and broken s you`ll never know"
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