Текст песни Bishop Of Hexen - Lure My Spelled Emotions
Bishop Of Hexen - Lure My Spelled Emotions слова песни
"As the streaks of fog & dust fadeA sight of grey ashes & soft limbs cutThe cold steel weapon, bleeding the emotionIs the weight of pain on an old heart"Sour blood streams freshly from my caged soulThe strange apathy of the sky-shameless to weepHow was I betrayed-my faith was so pureThe hate I resent-stalking blasphemy may be the cureFrom falling steep-a broken man in guiltTo become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needsThe winter strips the human shell from it`s virginityThe winter grows & nourishes towards a dark-melancholyThe castle of trust & faith crumbles, and creates the pathThe path on which will lead him from the relic of the pastOh, god of harmony & filthHow the fresh air creates musicBlister, bitterness they askThe witches have done their taskTo seize an emotion and then, to cage it in your palmVexatiously trespass and pull it out of my poor, vulnerable heartThat material, which emotions are made-ofReplenish that morose void with repertoires of treason"I anoint thee to scar the spring"I caress the exact spot, which I once assaultedI can feel those crooked lanes which force a mountain to bleedTo fly & crow a curse on places never seenI hope, I beg, I crave for a raven`s twisted dreamFrom falling steep-a broken man in guiltTo become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needs