Kishore Kumar Hits

Ilsa - Widdershins şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Ilsa

albüm: Preyer


Brought to the end of my wits
About me little can be said
Costs too much to have a soul
Empty mines of hard slag coal
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground
Wrapped in your soft, black blanket
Warm, adaraxian bliss
Intrusive ideations
Fast-forgotten or dismissed
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground
Through the dark I fumbled
From the clouds down to my knees
Forgotten prayers mumbled
In between bemoaning pleas
To an alien majesty
In the face of brutal hate
Refusing to abandon
Those regardless of their fate
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground
Hands clasped, encircle round us
Join in our unholy psalms
A cruel and reckless disregard
For all fighting to survive
Beware for fucking traitors
No safe harbor for the liars
All things broken need to mend
Every story needs an end
From cold ashes, to arise
Woe to those that we despise
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground

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