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Wuthering Heights

Genres: Metal

The Never Shining Stones Lyrics - Wuthering Heights

Here I am, can you feel me breating 

In the rhythm of the world I'm in 

 

Here I am, can you feel me breathing 

In the rhythm of the world I'm in 

Reaching out I caress the trees 

While the sun revolves above me 

Teh air is so rich I can almost drink it 

 

Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold 

The true philosopher's stones 

Never shall turn nothing into gold 

 

Now they tell me I must lay me down 

Once more they'll lock they door 

But of leaves of green my pillow is 

And free I'll disppear in the thicket 

 

The tru philosopher's stones 

Never shall turn nothing into gold 

 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm searching for the nevershining stones 

And the man in white say I can't hear the birds 

singing 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm closer to the everlasting truth 

And the man in white says I can't hear them 

 

The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining 

Tree and leaf my treasures are 

Living like me, and dying 

 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm searching for the nevershining stones 

And the man in white say I can't hear the birds 

singing 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm closer to the everlasting truth 

And the man in white says I can't hear them 

 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm searching for the nevershining stones 

And the man in white, and the man in white 

I'm awoken in the woods 

I'm closer to the everlasting truth 

And the man in white says I can't hear them 

 

Now I'm here behind rubber walls 

And they tell me my forest never was at all 

Not in a thousand years 

 

Was it the drugs they gave to calm me 

Or something into my mind through generations fed 

And it it's all gone only a collective memory 

Are we then dead 

Is this the kingdom of the mad