Funeral - Heartache | Текст песни

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The winter eats into me
It snows in my heart
I always bear my heart
Naked outside of me

Like a tingeling bell
But my heart is not
Of iron and steel
Thus, I easily break it

Thorns, nails and planks
Stick in the blood (Covering my heart)

Will I be taken from the shadow of far night
I am hearing the sounds of death
Breathing in my ears

A silence lokes under the wings of a dead bird
A silence like the quietude of open graves

I am hearing the songs of the birds no more
Nor the wind, nor the whistling
Of my own blood in my ears

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