A Canorous Quintet The Orchid's Sleep
lost in the halls of dream bound by the chains of a scream here we stand alone never allowed to know what's behind the wall of sleep imprisoned in a web of night in search of an emerald sky the astral body flies, I stand alone through the dust of ages forlorn chased by the wind and the storm enslaved by the orchids sweet scent a tear from the dead mans eye wings of fallen angel burn where's the gold at the rainbows end it is there but oh so far away flames of fire burns so deep as we fall out of the orchid's sleep an emerald sky before our eyes disapearing in the morning sun is it for real or is it the dream? imprisoned in a web of night in search of an emerald sky the astral body flies, I stand alone through the dust of ages... forlorn chased by the wind and the storm enslavved by the orchids sweet scent a tear from the dead mans eye where is the gold at the rainbows end? it is there but oh so far away
