Sky red and swollen A disembodied heart pumps and breathes A mirage of tremors on the hand of Eronymas As he paints a nightmare vision of a beast Astride a cucking stool And the tears of the black Madonna Wash away the end of all songs But you can draw the bridge over the water You can paint wings on your back Or the sun in the sky In the maze forget your hero's golden thread And let the tears that fall Splatter the last manuscript And wash away the end of all songs
The end of all songs Manic holy celibates The end of all songs Plain chains in the catacombs The end of all songs "We who are about to die salute you" The end of all songs Make ready these our tombs I must learn to read
Everything is strange to me Lost, nothing's the same Gone in every way that we choose to live The land's turn to dust Who now can I trust Ending of all those songs Sung all our ideal Now nothing is real but the fact that I'm here So war brought me this Signed, sealed with a kiss Take me away I'm lost
Death is not harsh it is our lot But hard to die before our fathers As your ash, spear, stout shield, vain heart took the living Please mourn with us a while The Earth she claims your body Underground Your our fondest memories Underground As one sand's bride, rite hymn, bed loved of the living Please mourn with us a while
Air laden with ash A cancerous lung coughs and tries Hard to breathe again On the world's climbing stairs Come inside, atonements served instead of grace A shark without remorse Or a man with a gun to wash away the end of all songs
The end of all songs Hear the screaming dog of Hell The end of all songs Howling to the crack of doom The end of all songs Brethren of the tolling bell The end of all songs See them in the battle room I must learn to writeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
