Woven Hand - The Refractory | Текст песни

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• Woven Hand
• The Refractory

Any ground will do to bury.
..one the earth does not anticipate.
..drinking in the spirit wide shouldered..
.wide mouth perfect mason....the no good thing in me
the seller of the Sun....the cast down mosaic...the lawless one...the shakers a shamble
a standing fire ever doth intercede...rip the roof off and lower me down...forever in my time of need

son of the foaming sea....her kiss just three days awayfrom me...nevertheless...are we not His witnessnevertheless..

this thing i have known...
He likes it cedar wood made...
sealed with pitch....the many rooms inside
come on soothsayer...one bull remains...
He sees red six He has hated....yeah even seven
lying in wait...in the shadow dim lit...ascended on hightaking captivity captive my audience
do you hear what i hearway up in the sky little lamb
i stand corrected...the refractory may rest....in the shadow dim lit....we remember
one bull remains
way up in the sky little lamb
yea even seven
forever my time of need come