Текст (слова) песни: Novembre - L`Epoque Noire (March The 7th 12973 A.D.
(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid madness (into my veins) In a torturing pain Damaging my mechanics with synthetic, corroding rains
In chambers of future science, my liquid crystal eyes Recall an old man, describing me something called dawn Acid substances from lab keep working on my brain To realize that the Earth forgot what the Sun was
My son forgive me, forgive me now And take my sorrow to what once were skies The scent of sadness through falling rain I can`t run from the graves, ghosts of our past
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