Under the Sycamore Trees

Mysteries of dream (That) dwells inside the dream Red curtains appear Circle of trees In the forest deep Owls are not what they seem Cold breath of death Two faces, two worlds Through the violette ocean These eyes open on the other side Moon shines over sea Whisper traveling In uncertain time As the nightmare kills See the branches swings Under the sycamore trees Cold breath of death Two faces two worlds Through the violette ocean These eyes open …on the other side