Wings - Cast Asunder | Текст песни

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I, the flesh of God
Naive in my ways
To birth myself anew
Deepen my aura of power
But the world got bitter
And I cold at heart

Pain, the exalted companion
That I wish to snuff
To seek new wilderness
Vanquish the mould of clay
Profound and ever preserved
Thus could I endure

A period of feelings of loss
Creo tempus, indeed

Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you're cast asunder

There is no difference between sweet and sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
Turn back the sands of time
Turn black the hands of...

Time, bewilders a childe
I dance through declining years
When the shadows get longer
And tread on weary bones
Medieval ecstasy and rhythm
Are able to burrow in

Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you're cast asunder

There is no difference between sweet and sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
I truly felt the passing of time
With age I lost the dear grasp of mine...

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