Back of Beyond - Dying Passion

A snow covered landscape is calling him

What is its spell he cannot tell

White is the country, the plains and forests

What’s the mystery out there?

Glittery snow is ringing on the road

What will he find if he walk it down?

Such a soothing voice, let him set on

Dreaming of all

Mysterious trips he might go

Into the wild

When the mornings come

Sun rays creep in through

Ice clad windows, mourning skies

All senses wake with pain

The scene has darkened, raising thoughts

Not invocating an angel, there isn’t any around

The darkened land is raising thoughts

He begin invocating her, her silence is frost

Dreaming of all

Mysterious trips he might go

Into the wild

He wants to flee from the greedy world

Into the wild, out of the blue

Burn bridges down

Start a brand new life

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