Sean Patrick Flanery & Terrance Zdunich - Grief | Текст песни

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The Devil's Carnival OST

There is a little son lost, John
Tears, John, tears.
Bruised and [unknown] with his overals torn
With one shoe off, one shoe on.
Tears, John, tears.

And where will your little son sleep, John?
Under the [smoke stacks], under the heap?
Under the tent where the canopy leaks?
Tears, John, tears.

You’re drowning in the grief of Jupiter’s water
Let me open my teeth and cradle you there
There’s a bed for the boy, and a rope for the father
Both orphaned by heaven, where no child is spared.

To who will your little child pray, John?
Darkness and strangers that sleep on the train?
There’s blood on the cots, bones on their plates
Tears, John, tears.

Who then will tend to the sheep, John?
Treads in a place where the vicious gods preach.
Their claws come in sharpened on wolves in white fleece
Tears, John, tears. Tears, John, tears.

You’re drowning in the grief of Jupiter’s water
Let me open my teeth and cradle you there
There’s a bed for the boy, and a rope for the father
Both orphaned by heaven, where no child is spared.

Swings from my lips
Render your deeds
The more that you share
The deeper your knees
Two little hands push the chair from your feet
Drowning in your beautiful grief.

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