Runaway from PROMETEIA by QUERCUNIAN CAMERATA

The fragrance of the north fields, invades my being.
The flavor of red dried fruits runs down on me.
If Lucifer refuses to come with me
I´ll take the quickest path to get out of here.
Sixty days as a runaway
Sixty days far away.
I cannot find the answer inside me
So i´ll try to see the light beyond the sea
And everything I win in the house of fear
It let´s me find the path to get out here
Sixty days as a runaway
Sixty days far away.
How can you feel the same.
When something is so far from here
Look at me, I´m so ill
And there´s nothing that I can see........
Please help me and tell me how....
to choose the better way out
Here comes the pain again
can you hear the footsteps around my cage?
You´re wrong if you think that it's the end we had always dreamt
Runaway
Sixty days as a runaway
Sixty days as a runaway
Runaway
The bright light of the sunrise
Is close to me.
Now I can smell the fragrance.
Inside me
And in the end of the twilight
You'll be with me
And nothing that could scare

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