Kult of Red Pyramid - Salt | Текст песни

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• Kult of Red Pyramid
• Salt

All alone, in your running shoes
You’ve disappeared, aching
Cut and torn under gigantic old trees
Beauty swept under the black soil
Hollow eyes in a life so bleak
The emptiness divine
In the cold, cold earth
In the cold, cold earth
In the cold, cold

All your faith
Was compromised
And with it
All your anger
Your God has died
And with him
Your heart

I saw you on the shore
(With) wind in your hair
I stripped your shadow naked
But there was nothing there
There was nothing there!
In the cold, cold earth
In the cold, cold

All your faith
Was compromised
And with it
All your anger
Your God has died
And with him
Your heart