If you think the forest is a mystic place for relaxing then you are wrong...... the forest of Koppigen.... I've been told..... this story began on cloudy summernight.....
the night before the storm
Before the storm began to break I walked slowly through this place leaves whispering in the clouds of trees it's 1998 and lightning cracks near
Before the storm.......it's 1998 and I feel fear
Chorus But now, I am struck by a bolt, deep in my brain, deep in my memories lost alone in the storm surrounded by lightning caught in my body and my soul I feel my body begin to decompose, just like a little angel pose climbing plants grab me by the hands.... down in a hole - back in this time
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I wake up, I can't hear the sound of the freeway where, where, where in God's name am I ? awake in a land filled with scents, where the good old sagas have been told
from far away a rider comes to me I think I know him..... Kurt was his name
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