Faint Song

In the calm of wood
Lost in the bush
You can find a hidden laggon
Its black waters conceals
A sleeping true
Its eyes observes the void

Only some man can hear
A silent voice
That win them over the night
A lot of souls, rest in, her inert arms
Nobody wants to scape

Ah, take my hand
Follow me where the words
Stop making sense
Ah, take my lips
In my demented world
There's no place for sanity

It is said that some nights
You can see
The lights over the lake
Dancing to the rhythm
Of a faint song
Its called the painful joy

Ah, take my hand
Follow me where the words
Stop making sense
Ah, take my lips
In my demented world
There's no place for sanity

Ah, take my hand
Follow me where the words
Stop making sense
Ah, take my lips
In my demented world
There's no place for sanity

Ah, take my hand
Ah, take my lips