Never waking from this dream like fever Torn from the heavens with such radiant eyes We call upon the moon, the endless tide
(Prayers for the void into the gray Mourning the monochrome earth, we've made)
The bloom of promise, the thorns that shroud Soil in my hands, gripping the ground Beyond the shade, the shade that shuts the eyes Splendor's an illusion, burning the mind
Parading in your shell, fragile nest of lies The masquerade of who you are, and what you're not What you're not inside
A breath before the words of loss, and with venomous pride Resonant the tragedy, of grieving echoes deprived
(And when the cold winds called, they beheld your name We ignite the sky as once vagrant flames)
If the earth is an open wound mother let me grieve Salt of my blood, shared with the sea
The bloom of promise, the thorns that shroud Soil in my hands, gripping the ground Beyond the shade, the shade that shuts the eyes Splendor's an illusion, burning the mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
