Of Lost Desires Lyrics
He watches the plains of lifeSilent are now the spiritsAnd the thingsHave lost their voiceThe first born manKnows and suffers.The dead are walkingHis heart with themThe memory of darknessBurns againMaking himThe living witnessOf a collapsing universe.The first born manKnows and suffersThe dead are walkingWith hands like knivesWith hands like knivesWith hands like knives
Canaan Of Lost Desires
