Nothijngrad Lyrics - Materia [peaceville/snapper] - Novembre

Sometimes the night 

Brings memories, sometimes the night 

Brings feelings you thought they are died 

In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes 

The night 

This time a sea of ox-eyes 

Painting the irises of white 

Flooding mi senses with light 

Filling my forgotten halls with bright 

Because the lanes of the night 

Always lead to railways blind 

Always lead to the most pointless rhymes 

Rhymes of life that sometimes we must write 

Take the hand that is given to you 

Let yourself to this Sunday morning 

We're riding this shore to some-place beyond 

So don't ever believe we'd stop by 

A thousand years we've got ahead of your eyes [x2] 

The further sight, always the farthest of sights 

The farthest sight 

Pride and might 

We believe it's Nothijngrad