Lyrics Ancient Poet - Beeswax

The grey pale of my skin
Trace the wound inside
Drive it down to the core
Dissolved in my vein

Take the break line
Find it hard to break
By the ancient poet
I am illuminated

The swan is gone
The beauty of mine
There is no wrap to falsify it
You are the queen of nowhere

The golden feather
Portrayed her misery
Riding the great horse
Fetch her resurrection

By the end
You got all you need
The sincerity
A Purity of honesty
By the end
You got all you need
The sincerity
A Purity of honesty