And when the silence of a bird rips through the loudness of the world When the touch of a feather tears the softest skin to tatters I close my eyes and wait to die A thousand deaths in a world with no light A thousand deaths in a world without sight
In darkness I see Through minds and flesh I dream a dream of my own death
Hear, hear...the rocks are rolling, the horror, the fear Dream, I dream...of scorched earth and mountains Breathe the air...through lungs filled with ashes I choke in despair See, I see...the overflow, now I`m drowning...
Inside The Fever`s Tide Waves break in Fire in veins Hot blood fever Sweat on skin The salt on my lips is a nightmare`s kiss
Kiss of fever Heat in mind Cloth on skin The wake of a dream pulls me
Inside The Fever`s Tide
Face to face Now so sudden I see clear Wisdom through sickness sight through fear
As I drown in death I see through tunnels of light and fear
Fear the Tide Floods of heat against my knees Grace of Fever Rolling rocks like beating hearts
And when the kiss of sweet lips feels like the punch of a fist When the silence of a stone cuts through flesh, teeth and bones I close my eyes and wait to die A thousand deaths in a world full of light A thousand deaths in a world with clear sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
