Seventh Station - Abnormal Circles Doubtful Hour (Audio) HD

Follow Seventh Station online: Bandcamp: https://seventhstation.bandcamp.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SeventhStation/ Here is the seventh track of our 2016 debut album "Between Life and Dreams", entitled "Abnormal Circles Doubtful Hour". Music by Dmitri Alperovich and Alexey Polyansky Lyrics by Dmitri Alperovich You can now listen to the album in its entirety from this playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgGPJXOu7Ht1BtZzgUAoOmVW2j8PJdxFB Lyrics: It’s dangerous to stand against a wall with unstable bricks. I’m afraid of tearing it down. It’s dangerous to look into the eyes with serpent’s hypocrisy. I’m afraid of his constant lies.” Will I ever solve this mystery? Hunted by myself for many years. And I’m wondering about my destiny, Hidden in some secret number. Abnormal circles, doubtful hour. Combined signs, seven on the line. Dreams of cure, diabolic sigh. Hopelessness becomes a fight. I’m taking a step outside to the world I’ve been forced to live in. I’m watching my mindless time scattered in the wind. Extended view, untimely dignity. As I close the door behind, there is a shriek of hilarity. The sound of a march drum is ticking in my ears. This parade of madness has been arranged by my fears. On my knees, time for prey, I’m not saved from myself. If I keep thinking of it, I would burn in hell. Would you help me to solve this mystery? I’m hunted by you for many years. And you are asking about my destiny. You’ve turned it into some secret number. Abnormal circles, doubtful hour. Counted minutes, unexplained power. Dawn of morning, crimson sun. Hatred is burning, evils are going by. “Hush, hush now, it’s time to be brave”. I hear him say to me, releases me from the cage. A moment of silence is spread in the air. Lining of my shield gets burned so innocent. Lying on my bed, Thinking about my day. One more cigarette. Getting to the root. Looking up for clues. Still, mystery cuts through. It’s time for me to face it. It’s time for me to break it. This time the victory is mine. At the end, it’s just a weakness, bruised and unexpected. Hurling from dust till dawn until I see the light. Abnormal circles, doubtful hour. Curtain closed, the snow is over. Descending rain is washing me now. Hollow days are what left of the time. “One, three, four, eight…” “One, three, four, eight…” “One, three, four, eight…” “SEVEN…”