Vagrant God

Текст песни Funeral - Vagrant God <br/> No one could deem this an end<br />Yet there is no grave for you to tend<br />The feathers fell to dark intrigue<br />A tell-tale praise – a solemn need<br />Reconciled with torment fraught<br />Swallowed down the throat of nought<br />Your hands lay bleeding with regret<br />The night when angels sorely wept<br />( )<br />The manic sea of smothered cries<br />Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes<br />Yet the unrest would pine away<br />In solitude where death holds sway<br />So this is how credence declines<br />All words come down and laughter pines<br />A vagrant god released from debt<br />Discouraged yet – who will forget?<br />Their failing stare – despondency<br />The nature of his entity<br />The heartfelt warmth of which they sought<br />To brace comfort, he shelters not<br />Black rivers dug into the earth<br />Bearing out the human worth<br />He owns no awe, no love to crave<br />Only his death would have them saved