Lord Vicar

Lord Vicar - The Funeral Pyre lyrics

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I find it hard to carry on 
On this road, in a naked world 
Ashes whirl around the trees 
that still stand 

Endless pain hurts my soul 
But no cry can be heard 
Just some whispers escape my teeth 
As I curse this land 

I am a man who has nothing 
Without your love I can't go on 
When I laid down your frozen hand 
I let go life 

Now the dream is almost over 
Sands of Time are running lower 
Through broken glass 

Lord of the trees is the one 
who can make them fall 
I carry the wood to the hills 
to prepare her fire 
Suffering under this burden I have to crawl 
Building her funeral pyre to be lifted higher 

I once had a dream 
Of these fluctuating spiral skies 
Where the smoke was fixed with red rain 
that is still running down my sombre face 

I'll have to be strong 
To wake up from this red nightmare 
But my head is filled with dull pain 
That feels real to me in so many ways 

Now the flames are reaching higher 
And my love has passed through fire 
Through teeth and claw

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Language: English

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