Madder Mortem - The Flood To Come

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The Flood To Come

Nothing can turn me now,
Come the terror, come the turmoil.
Close over breath and bones,
On the tide will flow.
Rivers of vibrant life,
Come the fever to the dead soil.
Stream with my dormant dreams,
On the tide will flow.
 
Cold is the waiting stone,
Come the change, I'm sick with hunger.
Burn me and make me whole,
On the tide will flow.
Slow and sure,
Come the fall, the fall I long for.
Blind me and bring me home,
On the tide will flow.
 
Seed my world with auguries
With agony and joy,
With fear to hold my spirit down
And glory yet to come.
 
So will be the day:
On the tide will flow,
Out from our eyes,
Out from our feeding hands.
No pain and no penitence,
No word to hold the flood to come.
 
Burn me and make me whole,
Blind me and bring me home,
On the tide will flow.
 
Kűldve: MauricioAV88MauricioAV88 Péntek, 15/03/2019 - 05:15
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