Agalloch - Limbs текст песни

Текст песни Limbs - Agalloch



The texture of the soul is a liquid,
That casts a vermillion flood.
From a wound carved as an oath,
It fills the river bank a sanguine fog.
These arms were meant to be lost,
Hacked, severed and forgotten.
The texture of time is a whisper,
That echoes across the flood.
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree,
Through every sullen bough it sings.
These boughs were said to be lost,
Torn, unearthed and broken.
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
Cast these limbs into the water.
Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
Cast this stone into the water.



Авторы: Jon Sheldon, Billy Strange


Agalloch - Ashes Against the Grain
Альбом Ashes Against the Grain
дата релиза
15-08-2006




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