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Swallow The Sun

The Gathering Of Black Moths

 

The Gathering Of Black Moths

(album: Songs From The North I, II & III - 2015)


Hell is here, where storms are drawing near
We are black moths, separated from the core
Chased away into the night, to the farthest shore
Where storms rip our wings apart

We circle around the flame
Holding on to the light of hell that glows for us
In our name, of pain and betrayal
This is our home, on the farthest shore
Where the bells toll fear

We are the black moths circling around the flame

The distant lighthouse in the raging storm
The glow of the safe harbour we will never reach
Like a compass without the North, we are lost
Ever changing course from home, forever lost

For our sins we are cursed to stay here
For all the wings we left behind, burned and broken
Now the ones to hold the blackest ones

On our backs they keep us alive in this world of the dead
But not to be remembered, only in all evil

We are the black moths circling around the flame

For a thousand years of suffering
A price from the life we left behind
Thrown into the loneliness of this last shore
From the life all promises, into the abyss of souls parted

We are the black moths, separated from the core
Chased away into the night, to the farthest shore
Where storms rip our wings apart

And the calm is only to remind us of our black hearts
The one that beats no more, won't hurt anyone, evermore
Now I am finally home where I belong
Flying into the flame of hell every night
Just before the sunrise

To burn to ashes
Just to form again for a new night of suffering
To remain what I was, the evil, again and again...

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