Watain - The Child Must Die - The Wild Hunt | Текст песни

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• Watain
• The Child Must Die - The Wild Hunt

Ageless, though merely a child
Tall has grown thy shadow
For every sun must set, eventually.
And every child of fire
must die to be free

Far beyond the grace of god
the tiny tomb's prepared.
"Liberatus Est"
The silent stone declares.

Pluck now the rose, the child must die.
Pluck now the rose and leave it on my grave to dry.
In sackcloth and ash, so let us mourn.
In sackcloth and ash sleeps the newborn.
The fear of change is the fear of Death.
That fear is the pain and the pain is the wreath
of thorns now placed upon thy brow.
A twisted cross 'neath which burden we all must bow.

For you my child, comes the cursed
phantom carriage, alas, the hearse.
Follow I must not, this ride is only meant for you.
Ever dark lay the lands you're going to

In the belly of Moloch, the child must burn.
Into the fires, it must return.
Mind not the tears, the child must die.
Release the self, Strangle the I!
Pluck now the rose, the child must die.
Never to know the reason why.
Mad burn the flames, so dies the child.
Bittersweet, the fumes shall rise...