Two Step Slumber - Dark Waltz | Текст песни

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• Two Step Slumber
• Dark Waltz

Play the bones of old men tales
Open your head to the scars that they share
Hell has no fire but that passionate flare
Never quenched as you walk with obsessed stares

Claw marks on my heart
Cob-webbed voice gets it’s start
Snares and snake-pits and that deadly silence
Snagged my first steps as pride stalked

Crossbones and skulls filled with the symphony
Of angels with voices of fire
Black smoke rises from the ashes of self
Burned away by a blue, holy fire

Is there purpose in blood-shed, love in that cut wrist
Break the chains of independence or death
We walk in a garden, cut off from the black souls
That dance a dark waltz on our graves