Текст песни Receiver - Cult of Luna

A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know

Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins

Those walls I faced alone
I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished
I wept my compassion away

I wept my compassion away
With tears that flooded your heart
No river leads back to mine
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease

A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins

With tears that flooded your heart
No river leads back to mine
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease