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Great Cold Emptiness - The Little Deer şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Great Cold Emptiness

albüm: Death Gifted a Bouquet


A dying fawn laughs
And a new night comes
To each their own, but I
Was led my the fleeting bliss of youth
A hearth lay empty
Cold and flickering
Waiting for a traveler to gather it
Up into his arms
The flight of those once made sacred
A waste of futile existence
Why tend to the flock if they all die anyways?
From the calmest days,
Shall you lead an uneasy kayak through the harshest storms
And for you to rest only enrages her more
Who am I to ease my suffering?
To writhe in the snare,
To carve marks into the bone
Shall only appease the hunter more
Or does it pity him, that he would starve without you
Alas, the fawn slowly withers
But not without the joyful weeping
Of Saturn's rotten hand

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