Like Vines
Like Vines - A Dark Congregationi songtekst
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A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our mouths Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping Save Me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this You're gone, sleeping in the dust We will not let time erase us We are surrounded by all of the queit sleepers inside the quiet earth A form of fear I cannot shape you dared to kiss the face of the night Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls We are alonge, you're gone