Текст песни Virgin Black - Cult Of Crucifixion
Virgin Black - Cult Of Crucifixion слова песни
I will wanderI will gather my flowersWithered and how soon forgottenSing with passionSing with vehemenceA grief too sad for songI pick the gravel from my eyesI need no wordsI am a face rid of featuresCurse this heedless follyAm I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment`s visionCurse this dead...And words crowd to my blistered throatDip my wings in your magnificenceSeparate my head from their crucifixionI lay at length upon the earthGnats dance through my sable cloakI lay at length upon the earthHeaven is silent in travailed prayerAll darkness flaunts before meI wish that peace would revisit my mindMadness endeavours to soothe meBeckon me nearer, whisper discreetlyWhen will the sun cease to climb?That I may write my last farewellTo these gaunt residing shadows