Tytuł: The spell

• Wykonawca: Tribe After Tribe
• Wyświetleń: 243

I am an atmosphere of cruelty
   and in your blood i roam
   my shadow seeks a modest death
   when all your life is gone
   see your world is turning round
   it's a sacrifice to me
   as the fire's flames turn round
   it is all that you can see
  
   when the lights fades from your eyes
   then my darkness fills your skies
   as close as breath to you am i
   it's you and i
  
   whe the wind blows you will know
   then to a hollow place we go
   no you're not alone
   you're not alone
  
   a thousand fires adore
   evil winds with no heart
   how those fires they glow
   cold and lonely they go
  
   all the teachers turn their heads
   poisoned reason spoil their eggs
   fallen angel feel your dead
   in the house of holies
  
   who cast that spell upon me
  
   in a sense you're innocent
   in a sense you're innocent
   in a sense you're not to blame
   in a sense you're to shame