Beltaine
Beltaine - Lake Of Brine lyrics
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War inside spills blood from your veins Mortal voice of your awe You fade like the portrait that's bygone You sip from the chalice of bane Weakness poisons your soul The shine in your eyes burns low Hear my crying from outside Don't believe in their lies You should know... it's late And you'll die... ... in the lake of brine You fall like the autumnal leaf In the garden of pain Broken in your rules... lost in vain You should wake up from eternal sleep Hear the noise from below Life flows to nowhere And the centuries go Flagellation - the one way Of your moaning and grime You should know... it's late And you're dying... ... in the lake of brine