Текст: Fields Of The Nephilim. The Nephilim. Moonchild.

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Moonchild...

Well it's a righteous dream
Out of mind
A righteous dream
Out of mind
Is it right just dreaming
Out of my day

Take your horses
Let them crawl
Put them in their cages
That's righteous for your soul

Open your eyes
Despite what seems
Longevity
That's a righteous part of me