| Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden fruit |
| With a tangible visions inside |
| Consuming the dreamscapes |
| Burst trough your fragile shields |
| Take you for a ride |
| We came to the woods, to a latent feast |
| Dancing on moss-grown soil |
| Hiding away from the rational world |
| Dancing on moss grown-soil |
| The odour of harvest time |
| The immense sky turns grey |
| The sun softly shines |
| Until it slumbers away |
| One with land’s decay |
| We came to the woods, to a latent feast |
| Dancing on moss green-soil |
| Hiding away from the rational world |
| Dancing on moss green-soil |
| Summer’s End |
| Soaked by perception |
| Summer’s end |
| Truth and deception |
| Witness the madness, watching the splendour |
| Cover your eyes to sink in the deep |
| Witness the madness, watching the splendour |
| Dreaming in a dream in your sleep |
| And smother the sun for a while |
| Touching your own beauty and vile |
| Embrace the gloom that stares in your eyes |
| On the edge where reality dies |
| Summer’s End |