the great old ones – rue d’auseil lyrics
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this is a sound, to see the invisible
this is a part-tion, dictated by those who are
hidden
this is a frantic race, to keep pace
this is a sound, to hear the inaudible
in the dark attic, the old man plays his viol
again and again
continuing his p-ssionate dance, that doesn’t
seem to stop
continuing his violent trance, he brings his
spirit to the top
he tries to protect, protect himself from the
dark
he tries to save his skin, wrinkled like bark
his arm numb, he sees it in his skylight
the dark vortex, he knows it’s for tonight
his instrument falls to the ground
tired, he lets himself be taken, profound
he lets himself be taken
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