Low Sky - The Perilous Grey | Текст песни

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The longing subsides, and the warmth of time surrounds us.
Slowly all weve lost, cast in the tide, comes back to find us.

We crawl and we cannot pick ourselves back up,
even with the mountains weve crossed behind us.
"The wind is small, and there is no sun. Everything i have is to give.
He grinned in the dark."
The perilous the grey, the chasm opens wide.
A mouth to receive us.

The chasm grows, a mouth opens wide.

We will either be of those rotting alone, underfoot,
Or of those who own our lives, embraced.

-quotations from For Whom the Bell Tolls, Hemingway.

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