The Nightfall - Hanging Garden
Composed by：Hanging Garden
The smell of ripe soil
Of wood and gentle decay
The smell of fresh rain
Of things alive within the earth
So familiar
When all else is gone
So familiar
When all else is gone
Far away
The sun is dancing
The falling night calls for the departed
I walk towards the shade of the primeval trees
To be forgotten
As I have been bereft of memory
The smell of ripe soil
Of things alive within the earth
So familiar
Far away
The sun is dancing
The falling night calls for the departing
I heed the call I fall upon the dusk
And let my tears fall
Unto oblivion
I walk towards the shade of the primeval trees
To be forgotten
As I have been bereft of memory
As I have been bereft of memory
As I have been bereft of
