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Forged LandNow more than everMy search for solitude From what has now become This feral isle My feelings are so cold A sense of bitterness Breakdown of morals Breakdown of humanity Forged ones roam the land Soulless in their hate Take me there, to the hidden cove Far over the moors, to where the North Sea laps the shore As the rain falls down From ever grey skies So I yearn for change So I yearn for the past Like never before Every day seems the same Forgive my misanthropy Skill River my bane The serpents of the sea So full of memories Quicken the ships Sorrow fills her hold The ancient cities Stones of time So I yearn for change So I yearn for the past |