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Yesterworld Paroles

Dark Tranquillity

Album A Moonclad Reflection

Paroles de Yesterworld

[lyrics: Stanne]

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 dreamscape lies therein
A yearning for a world
where the everlost 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 paralell 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 an owl awakes and calls a name
tells a story of a world
accessable only at night...

"This ain't no dream..."

Legend tells of a yesterworld
a dreamscape of strange light
"It's your dream coming true"
Transcendance of the soul
All by the sign of the moon

I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames
that burn in the errors of our ways
In a night when the sky floats blue
as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling
in their outmost 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 grey in mind

In the presence of the moon
an owl awakes and calls a name
tells a story of a world
accessable only at night...

"It's your reality..."

Legend tells of a yesterworld
a dreamscape of strange light
"It's much more than a dream"
Transcendance 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 the thrall of slumber
as the mist slippes away to reveal...
And the wind tears a scream from my lips
- I am there....

In the dreamscape I adore
(a moonclad reflection)