Текст песни Soulmotor - By The Sound Of Her Wings
Soulmotor - By The Sound Of Her Wings слова песни
Her garden`s filled with blackbirdsAnd her eyes are full of rainShe comes singing softly to meWhispering my nameHer brow is crowned with mourningAnd her lips are kissed with fateShe comes riding on a nightmareWith the darkness in her wakeAnd in my final hourAnd on my final dayI`ll know she`s coming for meBy the sound of her wingsHer left hand`s filled with ashesAnd her right hand`s full of dustShes comes laughing through the numbnessTo wake me with a touchHer bed is made of secretsAnd endless woven dreamsShe`ll come trembling on the moonlightWhen at last she comes to meAnd in my final hourAnd on my final dayI`ll know she`s coming for meBy the sound of her wingsAll my days are grains in an hourglassEvery tear and every fear all must passAnd in my final hourAnd on my final dayI`ll know she`s coming for meBy the sound of her wings