letra de proliferant continuance - holy locust
waves o’ waves sing for me your wise old withered melody, and i will fall into thee, see all the things you have seen
winds o’ winds teach me your ways and i will give you the rest of my days. i will learn to unlearn these scripts and the tongue of the devil who created it
all hands stolen from sacred ground, all arms swallowed by cleansing sand, all hail the sound of the waves wash away all the worry
all hope rests ‘neath the feet of fools, all time tethered to trembling tools, all souls shake in the sight of the sun
holy holy fields of gold, soiled by the truths untold. gr-ss of green or fields of grey, all become one someday
sound so clear the ring of bells, older than the sound of the wind itself. turn to dust the ancient stone, the road winds longer anyone could roam
so we cut off our own hands and bled, now the sands won’t grow, left with a barren stone. now we wait for the day now to come, when it all falls down, build a new god in man
last breaths, breath in your final hours. last rights as the sickness sours. what stench stuck to our skin as the hour grows thin
letras aleatórias
- letra de can you see? - confess
- letra de i love money - big chipp
- letra de poor violin pt. 1 - briley biszantz beats
- letra de homicidal valentine hotel - rxse vader
- letra de 비 (rain) - paul kim
- letra de numéro uno - blaaz
- letra de fallen so deep with you - weepingwolf
- letra de let me fall - nails on a neck
- letra de penpal blues - loudon wainwright iii
- letra de you can't judge a book by looking - the liverbirds