Tribes Of Cain - Decorated With Flowers lyrics
I was wandering in the woods of dawn
As I flew in the face of logic
The night before
The mourning after
Gifted with such wonderful wounds
Caress the salty waters
The light in the dead of the day
Whispers gently; birds of prey
Attack in vain
Release this greater art of wrath
Early spring: Silence is forced to leave, uncovering immature thoughts.
Are they yet to be unleashed?
Orion rules the sky once more, orbiting the polar star.
What weak companion that I am to him.
Has winter wiped the forsaken thought, whose twitching I believe to feel?
No longer shall it dwell within.
Early spring is on my mind, throughout of another kind.
Yet, as I bethink again, I recognise him very well.
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