Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden [bad word] With a tangible visions inside
Consuming the dreamscapes
Burst trough your fragile shields
Take you for a ride

We came to the woods, to a latent feast
Dancing on moss-grown soil
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss grown-soil

The odour of harvest time
The immense sky turns grey
The sun softly shines
Until it slumbers away
One with land's decay

We came to the woods, to a latent feast
Dancing on moss green-soil
Hiding away from the rational world
Dancing on moss green-soil

Summer's End
Soaked by perception
Summer's end [bad word] and deception

Witness the madness, watching the splendour
Cover your eyes to sink in the deep
Witness the madness, watching the splendour
Dreaming in a dream in your sleep

And smother the sun for a while
Touching your own beauty and vile
Embrace the gloom that stares in your eyes
On the edge where reality dies

Summer's End