Текст песни Summoning - Herumor

From every depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still:From the torrent, or the fountain,From the red cliff of the mountain,From the sun that round me rolledIn its autumn tint of gold,From the lightning in the skyAs it passed me flying by,From the thunder and the storm,And the cloud that took the formFrom the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone;And all I loved, I loved alone.On the brink of the abysswith a blindfold tied tightshould I step into the mistor retreat back to the light?I don't know what is in therewhether it be ground or a fallI don't know if I shall dareto take the step and risk it all...
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