"Bruma" lyrics
"Bruma"
These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless
Wither
Blind
Before the timeless
Deceived
Totemic idols
We're shadows
Of self
Before the timeless
Eternal
Great unknown
Evig nat
Vi er borte
Evig nat
Vi er væk
These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless
Wither
Blind
Before the timeless
Deceived
Totemic idols
We're shadows
Of self
Before the timeless
Eternal
Great unknown
Evig nat
Vi er borte
Evig nat
Vi er væk
Greet the age of all end
Return to substance
Ascend
What is simple will remain
Unshackled, unfeigned
What is simple will remain
Unshackled, unfeigned
These throes, our plight
Bound by mortal sight
Still we think ourselves chainless
These dreams are fast
Our glow will fade and die
Still we think ourselves timeless
Burning free
And bright
Our eyes will see
And die
Writer(s): Frederik Lippert, Holger Rumph Frost, Ken Lund Klejs, Nicolai Busse Bladt, Kim Song Sternkopf
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