Текст (слова) песни: Virgin Black - Cult Of Crucifixion
I will wander I will gather my flowers Withered and how soon forgotten Sing with passion Sing with vehemence A grief too sad for song I pick the gravel from my eyes I need no words I am a face rid of features Curse this heedless folly Am I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment`s vision Curse this dead... And words crowd to my blistered throat Dip my wings in your magnificence Separate my head from their crucifixion I lay at length upon the earth Gnats dance through my sable cloak I lay at length upon the earth Heaven is silent in travailed prayer All darkness flaunts before me I wish that peace would revisit my mind Madness endeavours to soothe me Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly When will the sun cease to climb? That I may write my last farewell To these gaunt residing shadows
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