Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: OpethНазвание : The Baying of The HoundsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : progressive metal progressive death metal death metal metal melodic death metal Видео:
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I hear the baying of the hounds In the distance, I hear them devouring Pest-ridden jackals of the earth Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests In wait and constant protectors Calling you to sit by his side Your self-loathing image in his flesh A revelation upon which you linger His words are flies Swarming towards the true insects Feastin on buried dreams And spreading decay upon your skin His eyes spew forth a darkness That cut through and paralyze Casts light upon your secrets Forced to confront your enemies His mouth is a vortex Sucking you into its pandemonium Fools you with a helping hand of ashes Reached out in the false dismay His body is a country The cities lay dead and beyond despair Friends turned enemies unable to come clean In a rising fog of reeking death Everything you believed is a lie Everyone you loved is a death-burden So you take comfort in him And you are receptive to stark wishes No longer struggling to declare your stand You would inflict no harm to others They are unaware and in a loop of futile events You are everything, they are nothing Drown in the deep mire With past desires Beneath the mire Drown desire now with you Lined up verses on dead skin "The tainting lips of a stranger Resting upon hers" And I embrace bereavement Everything beloved shattered anyway I would devote myself to anyone I would accept any flaws I am too weak to resist Tension vibrating with horror Finding the outcast in my eyes Pushing nerves on a puppet Endless poison in my veins Clean intent now tainted with death And so, cold touch now inhumane Every waking hour Awaiting a reverie to unfold And now they are calling me Louder by the minute The baying of the hounds Calling me back to my home | Похожие исполнители:
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