Pale Beauty Of The Past Lyrics - Septic Flesh

The mist unfolds its veil 

as the night falls in the forest 

The moisty wind forces the trees 

to sing their sorrow. 

For centuries they are standing still 

like a petrified dream. 

Traped bodies in a wooden web, 

tall towers of another epoch. 

This sweet melancholy 

that is brought by the precious memory 

The Pale Beauty of the Past 

is kept in the whisper of the wind. 

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Only the fragile heart 

can understand the charm of the old. 

The best things in life are those we can't 

have yet, still we hope. 

Blessed will be the day 

when the circle will be complete. 

Then the song of the muse will be heard 

again the mourning of the trees will stop. 

[Solo: Sotiris] 

This sweet melancholy 

that is brought by the precious memory 

The Pale Beauty of the Past 

lost in the vortex of time. 

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