Текст песни And Also The Trees - Virus Meadow
And Also The Trees - Virus Meadow слова песни
Rattled chime, slow ringing echoRoll around in virus meadowSuck enchanted nightshade twineHear the bells beneath us chimeSinking sermon, priest head murmursHoly words across the meadowsKissed the plagues` black rolling handThrough his lips the virus sangAnd the rooks, they seemed to follow himWherever he goesFlapping in the flat skyShrieking in the spireHanging from the lead skyDangling from the sunThe rooks, they seemed to follow himWherever he goesNodding thistle, english sun dewSwansneck woman, child-bed meadowAching shoulders sink and growAs the bells from ditches tollAnd the smeared skin wrapped limbsOf the night brothersStruggling.... crawlingThrough the empty crack of morningOf the night brothers...Of the night brothers....________________________________________________________________If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat witha licensed die-hard Trees-head, just mail me..... Slow Pulse Ulisse