CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Owlwood (Live at La Gaîté Lyrique)
Fear roams throughout this land
Where no man dare tread
Dark shapes protect the one
Not bound by laws of flesh
When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes
Days of isolation
Regret dominates
Unwilling to face
What waits outside
When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes
Ghost of this age
What the creek take
From a wretched state
Rose thе willing
Where no man dare tread
Dark shapes protect the one
Not bound by laws of flesh
When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes
Days of isolation
Regret dominates
Unwilling to face
What waits outside
When lights are gone
Woodland comes alive
Fire is born
In their, their eyes
Ghost of this age
What the creek take
From a wretched state
Rose thе willing
