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letra de tallarn - stringstorm feat. ethan song

in hope of refuge from the skies
we bury ourselves inside
fragile shallow graves

seeking shelter from the fall
press palms against the walls
and pray foundations hold
by fifty days we’ve taken all
of the shallow grasp of cold
need sunlight’s touch once more
now endless wasteland to behold
besmitten by the sea of sand
our holds, devoid of gold

(everybody run, everybody run, run, run)
our shadows meet with dimmer dawns
(everybody hide, everybody hide, hide, hide)
as air threatens to leech life from our souls
(everybody burns, everybody burns, burns, burns)
so like the poisons they’ve exposed
(everybody dies, everybody dies, dies dies)
new ways to k!ll i’d never known before
(whispers in the sand, whispers in the sand, hear them)
all soldiers, heed your call to serve
(judgement from the sky, judgement from the sky, feel it)
the metal finery gives succor to the cause
(scratching at my skin, scratching at my skin, burning)
blood paints the sand, bones gild the sand
(burrowed in the dirt, burrowed in the dirt, waiting)
the air chars us, like the hope we cursed to hold

take heed of the call of vengeance, it unfolds
when secret ambitions unveil fresh-slit throats
as though sanctioned by the emperor’s own goals
spurned by radiant winds, we are gifted our role

(everybody run, everybody run, run, run)
confront the forces as they come
(everybody hide, everybody hide, hide, hide)
they’ll learn the pain of our admonishment
(everybody burns, everybody burns, burns, burns)
stalemate invasions are a loss
(everybody dies, everybody dies, dies, dies)
you’ve met the line of sand you will not cross
(whispers in the sand, wispers in the sand, hear them)
what once were soldiers, now are ash
(judgement from the sky, judgement from the sky, feel it)
unwithered, we are ghosts of sand and glass
(scratching at my skin, scratching at my skin, burning)
be swift and silent as the breeze
(burrowed in the dirt, burrowed in the dirt, waiting)
that crosses the dunes without

stirring a grain of sand
everybody run, everybody run, run, run
whispers in the air, whispers in the air, hear them
creeping through the sands
shallow footprints of the raiders
guardians of tallarn
waiting to inter invaders

- stringstorm feat ethan song

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