Moonrise - Under the Flight of Crows | Текст песни

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• Moonrise
• Under the Flight of Crows

And the night came, and it was a night that human eyes
Should not have seen and survived

The brain creates ghosts, it designs and snake dreams
In the grey fog on the screen of our dreams

Pain appeared to us desert and rigid
White as far as the eye can see

Floating in the void it keeps itself on
The edge of despairing it grants us life

Between black of the sky
Around all was death

Under the flights of crows,
We lay in a world of death and maggots

In a spectral dawn of snow our sterile and stagnate time
Not to forget being myself a man

We nave seen leaving our nothing our women
Every evoked memory arise to us painfully clear

All around us speaks of decline and end
But in tomorrow there is one certainty

It s man who kills man, it s man who in justice
It s not a man who sleeps with a corpse

Between black of the sky
Around all was death
Under the flights of crows,
We lay in a world of death and maggots

The number of the crows was increased and all knew

Part of ours to exist has center the spirits
Of who approaches to us

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