What has, will and can be seen Feeds at root in crimson pools Through all These binding waters flow By channels interwoven
Without a fear of severance When horizon sun beheads Would leave endless days of drought And dust to keen Through our hollow husks
In pillars made of flesh and bone In repose and undisturbed Would rot our hearts unwrung
Though clouds are licked by flame From the fiery tongues of man unhinged Ruin that's sought may buried be By all bodies in love entwined
Risk our hands in others' held
To be seen Stripped and raw Under threat of rending blows The task of souls imbued with light Risk our hands in others' heldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
