Sky Max - Agoraphobia (feat. Nathan Brumley) текст песни

Текст песни Agoraphobia (feat. Nathan Brumley) - Sky Max




Ye Aire-porte snyrt
A Sounde well-knowen there
My Hande didde slyppe
No Grounde to keepe me fayre
One wycked Steppe
A suddainne Bolte didde strike
Then Nought didde bide
But Silentte Speede, alike
The Tethyrre brake
A Secrete Teare didde fall
My Lyfe-lyne fayleth
Consumed by Fere's thrall
The Shyppe doth shrynke
A distantte Sparkle rare
Imprisoned in a Suffocatinge Nighte-mare
Oh, Vayle of Nought
That stretches Wyde and Farre
No Roome to flee
No Nooke, nor Covert Starre
But I alone, in Suspense, ever Sloughe
To what strange Porte, doth my lone Spirit ploughe?
The Steorres, like Needles
Piercinge, Sharpe, and Brighte
Forlorne in this vast
Silentte, endless Nyghte
A Wisp'ring dread
A Grypesome Supplicaunce free
Agoraphobia, to Freedom setteth me
(Or nay, is't Shee?)
(Agoraphobia, to Freedom setteth me)
(Or nay, is't Shee?)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Agoraphobia)
Earth, a lone Gemme
Of Blewe and Grene Hue fyne
The Fairest Sighte
That E'er mine Eye didde dyne
But oh, so farre, so cruelly farre from hence
No Eare doth heede
No Tongue doth maketh Sense
How longe this Passage
How farre I shall wander lone
A Solitary Wanderer, ne'er to hie him home
The Sonne, a Fornace, with a burninge Gaze
Yet ne'er its Warmth
Doth touche me in these Wayes
My Brethe in Helm
A Solitary Crye
No Hee-ven above
No Earth to bide nearbye
A Littel Streame of Stone
A Secrete Dread
One Fleeting Sparkle
Then I am but Dead
My Pow'r doth wane, the Air doth groweth scante
A Frozyne Doome, where none shall make Complainte
The Vaste doth swell, a Coalde Embrauce doth take
Forlorne from Tyme
Forlorne from Space's owne Stake
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Agoraphobia)



Авторы: Sky Max


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