Death comes to hold you in your wineyards and gardens To gather all Children by his feet
All you who prayed, all you faithful and brave The lost and found, all the same
Death comes striding through your orchards and meadows To take your hand and lead your way
Soldiers, farmers, beggars and kings All eclipsed by those wings
In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones
Moments stretched out like years in the Furnace The Fever Behemoth within
The machines all silent in the stillness of your ruins As the last of Souls comes to rest
All of your prettiest Sons and Daughters Their Flesh all Ashes and Dust
Blown over marshes and naked rock Their Skulls like marbles in the Dirt
In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones
Bury your love in the Dust on the Bedrock Lay her to rest in the Dust on the Bedrock
And they Swore they'd Come back, come back Another year, some other year When the crops grew high
In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones When the crops grew high Among their Ghosts and Ruins In the Fat and Virgin Land Fat and Virgin LandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
