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Hay Roses on your Song

O+1+2+3+4+5+6+7+...=-1/12 on May 04, 2013 14:41

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In Veldaki, architecture have a very important place, and building landscapes is considered as a fundamental art. But sometimes it can go too far : one kingdom, the Tablosehfal Kingdom, covered all its land with giant stone slabs, and replaced forests by statues, leading to its decline.
In the year 9245, the last wish of the old Rynegaane Hesz was to offer a shelter for his people, and he builds himself his own sepulchre on a mountain not far from a big city, Minankelhas.
His wishes were answered, but forgotten, and an entire world appears in his shrine, due to a powerful Tablosehfal charm. When this world was re-discovered, an entire gold rush leads millions of people inside this empty place, but then they discovered that they are stuck inside, without any form of nature.
Here is the story of this world :

The Land Will Come
If the Tune Ring
Clouds are Spinning
Upon no Home
And as I was going across the Long Gone River
The Sky Says to the Moon
That all the Souls Melting in the Long Gone River
Will be Immortal soon

The Day has Yelled
His Crimson Song
Call for the End
The Night was Long
And when You Stepped inside this Dusty Place
The Tearful Sun
Throwing his Beam Rain on your Smooth Face
Tell You Welcome

Hay Roses on your Song
Camelia Green all along
You Bring the Birds who Weave the Seeds
Of Shining Love like Ringing Beads falling all across the Sky

Flourishing Ivy Climbing your Limbs
Echoing Thrush Chanting your Hymns
Thirteen villagers will offer you the more sweet tissue
But our Kings didn't have enough appreciated You

Four thieves come to steal your Light
Tall shadows in some dark night
We came across your Hair, hatching your celebration, but You are gone
Your prints are now desert and the Moon has crutched, letting us alone

Shake in the Rain

I Learned it in a Worried Dream
When I was Dancing above the Zebra Mountains
Seven Millions Souls praying for You Calling
Our Thirsty Land was Waiting for your Grains
The Long Gone River lead our tears
A White Star appears

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