Distant Seasons - Enslaved

Two dreams, under the quiet sun

Ended long ago, and just begun

Moments gone eternally

Time is cosmic vanity

Preserved in folded spaces vast

No distance between «if» and past

Now that I am hunting shadows

Know that this is the way I chose

I need the light you spawn

We will live an endless dawn

Moments gone eternally

Time is cosmic vanity

Preserved in folded spaces vast

No distance between «if» and past