Cult Of Luna
receiver
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A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way
I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins
Those walls I faced alone.
I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished.
I wept my compassion away,
with tears that flooded your heart.
No river leads back to mine.
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease
- Álbum:
- Vertikal
- Vertikal II
- Eternal Kingdom
- Somewhere Along The Highway
- Salvation
- The Beyond
- Cult Of Luna 7'
- Cult Of Luna
- Beyond
- Miscellaneous
- Summer Sabbath 2016
- Råångest
- Vertikal I & II
- The Flow Reversed
- Christmas Carnage
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 45
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 65
- Up Sampler 12
- Metal Hammer: Earache Extreme Musick 2004
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 52