Old Man's Child - Funeral, Swords and Souls paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Funeral, Swords and Souls - Old Man's Child



Funeral, Swords And Souls
I proclaim the victim′s fall
Now I shudder by the sight of you
Crucified by my nails
You hunger by my hammer
Born in pity, so raised in pity
And grown to be what's weak
Suffering beneath my blade
As you bend your knees to the dust
Voices, spirits and smoke
From the pyre up by the glistering
Never more was this seen
In happiness and joy
Memorize the ash
Beyond the shell
Of souls enfolded in blood
Raining flat, my hands
Sacramental juice from stabbed wounds
Born in pity, so raised in pity And grown to be what′s weak
Suffering beneath my blade
As you bend your knees to the dust
Voices spirits and smoke
From the pyre up by the glistering
Never more was this seen
In happiness and joy
Despise it.
I do
The rise of mankind
Seen by time, all the years that went by
The rumbling of the night-thunder
Witnessed the stoning



Writer(s): Orre Tom Rune Andersen


Old Man's Child - Born of the Flickering
Album Born of the Flickering
date de sortie
13-07-2012




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