Deathrow - Old Bones | Текст песни

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• Deathrow
• Old Bones

It starts snowing, the cold is athe doors
Creatures are sleeping deeply or dying at least
I'd like to lay, deep in the winter's heart
Freezing and dissolving to the infinite

Glory to the universe
The invisible theory of chaos still moving
To make and to make not
Lay down to earth looking at the night

The stars are in round circles
Desecrating my eyes
Winged in dying splendour
Cold as the stellar dust

Glory to the universe
The invisible theory of chaos still moving
To make and to make not
Lay down to earth looking at the night

I'm getting old, I'm getting old
Old bones for a cold winter to come

I'm getting old, I'm getting old
Old bones and an invisible ending

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