Germ - With the Death of a Blossoming Flower | Текст песни

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I was hiding deep within your dreams
behind the black clouds covering the sky
it was me who made the night so dark
and the rain which poured upon your shivering shoulders.

The thirteenth apostle of never-ending sunlight
is it cruel how it blinds and burns your skin?
And deep below the soil beneath your feet
I am the one who poisoned the roots
(of trees which no longer grow).

When the clouds break around the dead summit
and the broken bell echoes throughout
when the wind no longer whispers
with the death of a blossoming flower

I am found..

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