Dead Soul Tribe - A Fistful Of Bended Nails скачать видео бесплатно

Track 10 from "The Dead Word"

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LYRICS:

So far away

The wings of a butterfly

Pounding away

Stir the breeze into hurricanes

Into this day

Echoes of past lives resounding in me

They crash like the waves

Fleeing like ghosts from their mortal remains

The blood on our hands

All of these waves can't wash away

People of faith

Cry at the feet of a dying God

The tears of their face

I know they cry for themselves

Because if they cared

They'd stand with a fistful of bended nails

We're rejoicing

Spinning through this hallow void

We're rejoicing

Could it be we laugh a bit too loud

We're rejoicing

We're rejoicing