The Garden Vol. 3 Allumine ft. Bora Akinciturk

In the palace of graces, broken names under the weight of noblemen, to the abandoned mansions. Staring still at the river, the horizon narrows towards the mouth, this is how the world contracts. All the deceits of my king, at the forgotten court, in the depth of the Northern lands where flames are extinguished, leaving space to ice and rain. It's in the bottom of these undesirables where the secret grows until it becomes so huge, so unwieldy to result irrepressible in the ravines where it's going to hide, and so the walls break and the towers fall, all the water withdrawn to the sea, in the blank spaces between the rocks, the graves on the hills. To the king of deceit, static along the way back following the river that narrows to the mouth, where the world contracts at the forgotten court.