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Great Cold Emptiness - The Breadmaker's Daughter şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Great Cold Emptiness

albüm: Death Gifted a Bouquet


A dark wind blows
A woman gathers her clothes before the coming storm
Her curtains dance
She shouts her husband's name
To a plaguelike sky
Thunder rolls on by
Her daughter rests by the shoreline
A sun waits behind an iron armada
His gentle kiss blows away from her
When she sleeps, her mother curses the northern winds
A pasture, a well and the first harvest of the year
To dream is to die alone
To stay is to die inside
She could almost touch the color of the wheat
Before it faded into the grey
A man of oak stood next to her
A hand on her shoulder, she was beckoned into the night
The lantern has almost run out of oil
And the snow keeps getting deeper
The bread is burning over the hearth
And the wind keeps on howling
The mother of a fatherless child cries herself to sleep
And the void keeps on growing

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