In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown

Album by Wings of an Angel

Released 30 December 2022

1
I Take My Seat Among the Ghosts of Poets, Painters, and the Wise, and Listen as the Stories Boast of Genius That Never Dies
13:58
2
We're Constantly Searching for Completion but It Always Feels Just Out of Reach
15:29
3
We're Forever Searching for More, a Never-Ending Cycle, a Constant Needing to Fill the Void That We Can't Ignore
13:15
4
A Feeling Deep Within That Cuts Like a Knife, No Matter How Hard We Try, We Can't Deny There's Always Something Missing, Always Something Nigh
9:27
5
We Long for Completion, a Sense of Being Whole, but in This Life, It Seems We Always Play a Role
8:02
6
We Play a Role in a Grand Scheme That's Larger Than Ourselves, a Story That's Written by the Hands of Fate; We May Struggle and Fight for Control, but in the End, We're All Just Pawns in This Great Debate
9:59