Текст песни Exhorder - (Cadence Of) The Dirge
Exhorder - (Cadence Of) The Dirge слова песни
onto the street proceedthe hearse and limousinelaying in the casket, thecorpse of inner joyquestioning timeall hope for loving diedgreying haze of theautumn skiesstone cold hearts retractamongst the kniveswithin a dream thatcommits itself to griefresurrected by a blackwreath...why?where?how?heaving sob-seizuresroused by the viewof true love embalmed in aboxgrovel, beg, plead for asign, but never mind`cause bliss is now a wordleft far behindbliss buried in a sepulchrecustomizedby the hand of ragethe birth of a violent agereminds all thatabstinence makes theheart grow flounderingperish the memoryscream in agonylove is late, love is latea sorrow-raising surgelies in the cadence of thedirge