You came ashore crying for a blow of eggs in the sand Blood on the sheets, raising heartbeats waiting for them Crawling back to the sea of Dostoevsky Now we must wait for the babies to come, here they come
Hatching in the sun Now may they seduce the drunks Watercolours on a cracks game recognized for dreams We were born in the tidal chaos of assasin’s bay
The sour cool will promise you a death parade Put a shell to your ear and you might hear the sound of me It’s a gravediggers’ song In the assassin’s bay
The voice that sings your name Is deeper than sinners faith Shaping brat with its backloads look for those runs We were born in the tidal chaos of assassin’s bay
For those who share the love, you will never go without me Sadic ritual, magic spectacle in death parade It’s a gravediggers’ song In the assassin’s bay
As the sea foams, stone popa moans The hour glass plays along Melted heart of bone with this lover flow Put a shell to your ear, maybe you will hear the sound of my love