How wide are they,
how deep are they?
The roots of the tree,
grounds began to plea.
Darkest sun from thy bay,
shine on me.
Rest, rest stay astray,
death it with us stays.
When the river plays,
and the people pray.
Light starts to break,
oh tiring game.
At the morning of the ache,
when the end came.
We are all the same.
How wide are they,
how deep are they?
The roots of the tree,
grounds began to plea.
Darkest moon from thy bay,
shine on me.
Ich sehe die Schönheit ,
Nur wenn ich will.
Ich fühle meine Seele,
nur wenn Alles ist still.
Und das Mehr oh so weit,
da wo keine Ehre bleibt.
As the last day ends,
uncer will be cleansed.
For thee past comes last,
and thy form ye have surpassed.
Ye will loose your sight,
now welcome the unending night.
How wide are they,
how deep are they?
The roots of the tree,
grounds began to plea.
Darkest moon from thy bay,
shine on me.
I come before thy I come first,
I need now replenishment for my thirst.
And I will take your all,
just to make great my fall.
And the moon will die,
when the Sun won’t shine,
when the Sun won’t shine,
To all say goodbye.
How wide are they,
how deep are they?
The roots of the tree,
living inside of me.
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