Let their voices cry, let the wind polish their bones: past loves, past lives Let their graves make a ladder, up and through the clouds I'll climb with mason's apron and bloody scythe
My necrolith, reaching up to pierce the sky
Every night I raise the noose and every dawn I climb another rung and part the clouds with bloodstained hands Let the moon avert her eyes and the stars curse my name: I will touch only bone, see only this nightmare dreamscape
From atop my necrolith I can see forever: and this is all there is.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
