Old Thunder - June 2, 1910 | Текст песни

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• Old Thunder
• June 2, 1910

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This cursing and striving and toiling
A burden on our name
Drug through the dirt and covered
And buried in shame

Born from a womb of rebellion and illness
You are the end of our days
Severing Mother's cord
And our own line

Camphor and sulphur filled my lungs
In your former days I breathed vapors
Of your innocence and your purity
in sarsparilla twilight
When time still bore weight
Like iron on the sea floor

Red dress betrayal on an April night
A deal made long before
To our dismay and disproof
Our brother, mute, dumb, and afflicted,
Dug up your transgression
Amber eyes turn away from us

I hate him for ruining you.
I hate you for ruining me.

False confessions to cover your whoring around
And father only half-believed
We stood naked and nervous
Covered in nothing but night

I will hold you in this horror, this hell
As time is destroyed under my blood

Thievery in houses unkempt
Deceit upon my dresser but not looking but at me
in the dusty mirror
Fabric of time torn under my life

I will hold you in this horror, this hell
As I drown under summer twilight
And inhale camphor burning my lungs

This letter will not be good until tomorrow
And when He says rise my blue eyes will rise
Through fathomed depths to see Glory