Текст песни The Vanishing Orchestra - Vanna
Under
Shelter
Of
sins
and
secrets.
Wait
in
silence.
In
silence,
four
strangers,
They
approach.
Not
a
word,
not
a
sound.
The
faces
in
the
hill
Come
alive
They
won't
take
"No."
So
we
give
it
to
them
Let
your
bad
blood
spill.
The
wind
Moans
in
the
trees
When
I
lay
down.
On
your
bed,
And
your
face
is
Of
an
angel.
Give
my
blade
your
wings
Find
their
hearts
Black
as
the
devils
eyes
Smile
back.
Go
like
the
wind,
Like
the
wind
in
her
hair.
With
your
spear
at
their
hearts.
This
is
perfect.
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