Kishore Kumar Hits

Dirge - Hosea 8: 7 - In the Hands of Treha Sektori şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Dirge

albüm: Vanishing Point


He who eats the world
Shall swallow the void
He who breaks the mountains
Shall choke on dust
Sleeping swans on a satin rippling lake
Whispering seeds of storm
Fading light devouring grace and silhouettes
Is the wind I've sown
Pillars cracked, fractured doors
Hounds uncaged, endless roars
Soar from deep open sores
Wind has blown on the wheel
Spun it round, split the shield
Awakened beasts of prey, les chiens de tempêtes
The multi-face plague, the mirror threat
Now that all the devils are here
Who shall hear, who shall come
Who shall scatter razor tears
Spears and daggers, sharpened thorns
As the whirlwind blows my breath away
Who shall bow, who shall pray
Who shall sow these silver drops
So I may reap this cleansing flood

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