The New York Room
The New York Room - Ethereal Gloom songtekst
Je score:
The funeral drum beats on When all the feeling is gone The curse that you have laid These mortal hands have made The burning sun will lie Against the shapeless sky Then buried in the sand Buried by your hands We'll stand in heaven's fire In flames, eternal flames This doom, ethereal gloom Come into this cage, come into this rage Come into this fate, come into this hate Come into this room, come into this gloom These mortal hands, this mortal skin These mortal thoughts, this mortal sin Repeat it twice "your words my sacrifice" And fall down on your knees To cleanse of this disease The breaking moments pass Your body is free at last Your spirit rises high Into the shapeless sky