Texty: The Haunted. Otras Canciones. The Fallout.
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Seaweed like emerald waves
She sleeps beneath the breaking wade.
A siren dying, oceans' slow defeat.
The floods will rise.
And take us all.
An end to all this quarrel,
A final grace to rid her grief,
Oh,
Mother, show no mercy for me.
Wash the stains away
Come unto me again
Open yourself beneath us all (swallow)
Purge the soil
Burn the surface
Erase, Erase
Erase the past again
Oh, she will sleep like a breathing fire's kiss upon you
Oh, my darling dear walk carefully
Perhaps she'll still be there ? (wake up!)
The rivers to rise again
Wash the stains away
Come upon me again
Open yourself beneath us all (swallow)
Purge the soil
Burn the surface
Erase, Erase
Erase the past again
[whispering:]
I am my brother?s keeper
I am my brother?s keeper
An eye for an eye until everyone?s blind
?...
I?m sick of it
I?m sick of the blood
I?m sick of it
?...
Don't you want something real
Don't you want something real
Seaweed like emerald waves
She sleeps beneath the breaking wade.
A siren dying, oceans' slow defeat.
The floods will rise.
And take us all.
An end to all this quarrel,
A final grace to rid her grief,
Oh,
Mother, show no mercy for me.
Wash the stains away
Come unto me again
Open yourself beneath us all (swallow)
Purge the soil
Burn the surface
Erase, Erase
Erase the past again
Oh, she will sleep like a breathing fire's kiss upon you
Oh, my darling dear walk carefully
Perhaps she'll still be there ? (wake up!)
The rivers to rise again
Wash the stains away
Come upon me again
Open yourself beneath us all (swallow)
Purge the soil
Burn the surface
Erase, Erase
Erase the past again
[whispering:]
I am my brother?s keeper
I am my brother?s keeper
An eye for an eye until everyone?s blind
?...
I?m sick of it
I?m sick of the blood
I?m sick of it
?...
Don't you want something real
Don't you want something real