Blood In The Furrows

(альбом: The Bleeding Veil - 2021)

Standing in line
On the limestone shore
As the first sparks are thrown
Upon the hay

Like lonely stars
Shooting through the night
Unto our wooden homes
Where we reside
Where we reside in

When the sun sets on the second day
Night will be left to lead the way
Thousands of times the light's gone by
Will meet your end by the white

Fading stars in shape of
An arrow
To the heart
Of the night

Hanging by the frayed strands
The night dwells in its burrows
Condemned by the holiest
Our blood in the furrows
Hanging by the frayed strands
The night dwells in its burrows
Condemned by the holiest
Our blood in the furrows

May our torn bonds be sundered
When we gather after the fire
Saw where the blood where you stand
Harvesting you where you stop

Hanging by the frayed strands
The night dwells in its burrows
Condemned by the holiest
Our blood in the furrows
Hanging by the frayed strands
The night dwells in its burrows
Condemned by the holiest
Our blood in the furrows