Frayed ends concave into this empty hole My mind lays torn as they caress my longing soul Gaze upon the sun as we bask in her glory The sky begins to darken under the shame that winter brought Dear mother of the north, give us shelter from their pull Tear me from this storm as the cold front settles in For every torment, I let my body fall against the wicked waves For every punishment, a perfect parallel to my sins I am thrown to the trees, I hear a chorus reverberate my mind So far into nothingness can our bodies truly climb Like rain upon the sullen branches of the northern climate Watch them climb down from the skies Whisper sweet pleasure as the blood pours down This plight held a price that my body couldn't uphold And I feel so cold Gaze upon the sun as we bask in her glory The sky begins to darken under the shame that winter brought And they scream against the grain on my sanity; "We are many, we are legion"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
