A cold moon casts upon the shore The fading glance of twilight The black sea shimmering before us Fades into the night
Crouched on withered shins Bent before forever Blood to tame the spirit of Loss and the misery All clean thoughts to sever From this plagued inheritance
It’s the end of the fall And the time of the winds Hear the creaking of boards And the voice of the storm
A thimble of vinegar is all That separates the soul From ruin and regret The sound of all of those that we lost It rings Resounds with every step
Cradled in winter’s sheath A sun shone forever Beautiful restless spirit of This living heresy Our silent bond irreverent Hold true to our sacred call
Hear the coming of the spring And the heat of the thaw All around us they sing All these voices they call
Crouched on winter shins A sun shone forever Beautiful restless spirit of This plain of heresy All clean thoughts to sever Hold true to our sacred call
It’s the crying of the wind And the call in the storm It’s the creaking of boards It’s the reverent time
And in my head Sing the resonant dead Sing the resonant dead Speak the resonances Sing the resonant dead The sound that binds us all
Cradled in withered sheaths Bent before forever Blood to tame the spirit of Lost lives of misery Our silent bond irreverent The sound of our plagued inheritance
Hear the herald of the wind And the creaking of boards Hear the voice of the storm And the end that surroundsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
