Letra de Nekyia - A Hill To Die Upon
Letra de canci�n de Nekyia de A Hill To Die Upon lyrics
Pray for rain to wash away
The blood and grease of war
Commit to train the children
To slaughter the children of our mothers and fathers
The wheel spun wide
Geometry lost its true
The falcon has lost its gloved hand
Sinking the heavy ship of all we kn?w
The center hasn't fall?n away
We have cast if off
Where all the blood
Was spilt to call the ghosts
The buried us in the wounded ground;
Under grass our decay made far too green
Nekyia...
We dug a trench in the Rhineland
Long as wind, payment for sin
The black ram was brought before the lord
Of the lower third of afterworld
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Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
The new birth beats on the walls of the womb of the
World. Crawling fourth on four, the earth is torn
By claws, and two thousand year old horns
Nekyia...
We dug a trench in the Rhineland
Long as wind, payment for sin
The black ram was brought before the lord
Of the lower third of afterworld
But instead of its blood being shed
Our youth was released into the pit
The victor laid us down in our beds
Thus it was spoke, and thus it was writ
Even the idea of a center
Is left outside to rust
The sun is falling to dusk
On the gyre of the western world
The wheel spun wide...
The blood and grease of war
Commit to train the children
To slaughter the children of our mothers and fathers
The wheel spun wide
Geometry lost its true
The falcon has lost its gloved hand
Sinking the heavy ship of all we kn?w
The center hasn't fall?n away
We have cast if off
Where all the blood
Was spilt to call the ghosts
The buried us in the wounded ground;
Under grass our decay made far too green
Nekyia...
We dug a trench in the Rhineland
Long as wind, payment for sin
The black ram was brought before the lord
Of the lower third of afterworld
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Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
The new birth beats on the walls of the womb of the
World. Crawling fourth on four, the earth is torn
By claws, and two thousand year old horns
Nekyia...
We dug a trench in the Rhineland
Long as wind, payment for sin
The black ram was brought before the lord
Of the lower third of afterworld
But instead of its blood being shed
Our youth was released into the pit
The victor laid us down in our beds
Thus it was spoke, and thus it was writ
Even the idea of a center
Is left outside to rust
The sun is falling to dusk
On the gyre of the western world
The wheel spun wide...