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Atlanta Rhythm Section - Fountain Of Nepenthe lyrics
Cold are the waves that carry our ships
 Through uncharted seas to our homeland
 Storm clouds gather as we approach
 The gates of twilight await
 Swords drawn as we walk through the clouds
 Endless glory and wisdom
 Oblivion, sweet mead of the gods
 Our past lives cast off like a gown
 The spells have been cast, the veil has been lifted
 We leave this world
 Elysium beckons
 The Golden Bough opens the gate
 I feel no more pain, grief has fled my soul
 And then we see a shining shore and ten white temples
 Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe
 Clad in white robes I bear the Golden Bough
 A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men
 A shining shore and a far green land
 The meadows of the Island of the Blessed
 A king will come and lead our people home
 Where earthly gyves will be no more
 Dark is the path appointed for us
 Wind-demons scream as we pass
 One single flame at the edge of the night
 One beacon, one guardian, one truth
 Our forefather's blessings grant vision and might
 Through negative veils we march onward
 Katharsis - As we blaze through the void
 Our souls become one with the lightAtlanta Rhythm Section - Fountain Of Nepenthe - http://motolyrics.com/atlanta-rhythm-section/fountain-of-nepenthe-lyrics.html
 The spells have been cast
 The veil has been lifted
 We leave this world
 Elysium beckons
 The Golden Bough opens the gate
 I feel no more pain
 Grief has fled my soul
And then we see a
 Shining shore and ten white temples
 Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe
 Clad in white robes I bear the golden bough
 A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men
 A shining shore and a far green land
 The meadows of the Island of the Blessed
 A king will come and lead our people home
 Where earthly gyves will be no more
 Five thousand years have passed
 Since first light shone upon us
 Through forests deep now darkness falls
 Who will be our king?
 Who will bear the crown of oak and bone?
 Who will lead our folk? Lead us home?
 An age is coming to an end
 And from our mountain thrones we watch
 Who will sing our songs when the last of us has gone?
 Who will tell our tale when all hope fails?









