Cover di The Beyond

The Beyond
Album - 10 febbraio 2002 - Debaser id 66331

di Cult of Luna

A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins

Those walls I faced alone.
I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished.
I wept my compassion away,
with tears that flooded your heart.
No river leads back to mine.
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease
Il tuo voto:
Relations are artificial; will we give it a new beginning?
Find the essence in ourselves and escape through the tunnel

Transferring spirits. The second coming
Shattering bodies and rising fire

A broken man came our way. He'd lost his harvest
Sunken, he gazed?There lies the blessing

Forthcoming shadows are unfulfilled
Striving forward and deliver innocence

There lies the blessing
We are striving forward
Il tuo voto:
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