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At the edge of the water. At the foot of the hills.
Fogs claws at the mountain. And the passing ships.
If desolation were a sound, I've heard it
Trample the tall grass. Let distance darken my skin.
Swim in grey oceans. That end where they begin.
If desolation were a sound, I've heard it
There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound.
There's hope in desolation. Black boots on the pavement.
Under the midnight sun. Older than imagination.
Savage as can be. If desolation were a sound, I've heard it.
There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound.
There's hope in desolation.
There's mercy after all. There's mercy after all.
There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound.
There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound.
There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound.
There's hope in desolation.
- Álbum:
- Bonfire Season
- DESOLATION SOUNDS
- Gallows
- Death Is Birth (EP)
- Grey Britain
- Orchestra Of Wolves
- Miscellaneous
- London Is the Reason
- Grey Britain (Deluxe Version)
- The Vulture
- Grey Britain (Standard DMD)
- Grey Britain (Nokia)
- Mystic Death
- Leather Crown
- Staring At the Rude Bois
- Staring At The Rude Bois (Maxi DMD)
- In the Belly of a Shark
- In The Belly Of A Shark (4 track DMD)
- Orchestra Of Wolves (new version)
- Abandon Ship