Wolves In The Throne Room - Ex Cathedra | Текст песни

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• Wolves In The Throne Room
• Ex Cathedra

You point shattered mirror at the world
and mock those who tempt you
but you most of all aren't afraid of what you might see, in the rest/grass/breast...
The power of your faith, [?]... the ⬥power of everlasting faith, [?]
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I wish you'd say I love you for your intensities,
that you aren't the one, but your wounds are soaking through,
the rivers will flow with your blood,
the crows will see your need
as they build their winter nests with your hair, bones and teeth.

The red will soak this land, [?], right before the clouds in sight wash it all away.
swirling out [?] of the old world, [?] rusted metal, that rivers will froth blood, from
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Wash it all those who walk these lands...

love does slowly turn to the glass,([?]) out of this light, through the dark,
The shadow will stifle the lies.