Willows weep from winds to swoon
Pulling boughs from whence they loomed
Laughter seared sounds from afar,
Lacking joy yet squalled with scars
Land where no one speaks out loud is ours
Banshees cry of grave impend
Stories wander to their end
Lies a final resting place
Seal our fate within it's gates
Land where no one speaks out loud awaits
Seal our fate within its gates
Land where no one speaks out loud awaits
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| 1 | Canon - Renaissance |
| 2 | Canon - SOS |
| 3 | Canon - Euromatic |
| 4 | Canon - Don't Trust The Teachers |
| 5 | Canon - Running As Fast As We Can |