Bobby Long - In the frost (live) | Текст песни

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He cut his sorrow from the flesh and banned it from his love
She said I hope that it kills you
He said he’d give her answers when his blood dripped to the ground
And from the kill she knew he’d need to
But the wind it didn’t dim to the fire overhead
But the world is still mourning from the loss
The love she speaking empties to the death parade, in the frost, in the frost

So please bury him deep, oh keep that man from me.
In the rubble and the soil, he holds the key to all my toil.
Until the day I can no longer hide, and I lay down by his side

Well the wind it chokes the mourners as they pray frustrated
Here comes the storm, drowning his own faithfuls
And they sing a thousand songs from the depths of bloody hell
To take his soul from their handful.
But her heart it skips a beat as the senses takes its leave
And the world it turns so slowly to a creep
And the faithful kiss their crosses but their hate still spreads the disease, the disease, the disease
So please bury him deep , oh keep that man from me.
In the rubble and the soil he holds the key to all my toil.
Until the day I can no longer hide and I lay down by his side and I lay down by his side.

Go soft into the night far beyond your fear and fright
I lay here before you, this is what you need to do.