Songtexte
Alas
I
reached
the
spectres
of
a
cottage
behind
the
mist
A
door
sprung
open,
but
sprung
so
time
ago,
before
the
missed
Mossy
void
I
take
no
leave
this
day
of
my
north
utmost
Fingers
delicate
flung
open
mine,
the
portal,
with
a
starving
fist
Landrake
A
withered
mark
scored
in
the
grain
behind
the
moss
The
one
she
bore,
scar
of
my
nails,
art
of
a
loss
A
lock
corroded
lay
on
boars
that
once
took
us
far
'Twas
that
to
the
door,
the
moss
I
never
locked
Landrake
Landrake
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