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







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