Текст песни Cinders

The land lays veiled in our own stench

As we bid on that which we won't clench

Into our hearts that we then might

See ourselves in only light

Torn and laid below

That which love did sow

Into the fields of latent joy

Inside our hearts that we destroy

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As withered children smitten to dirt

Will sin still sate my tongue

For I am lost

So proud I am of all that I have done

To sit and veil the dying son

For to myself I'll draw and keep

And fall into life's steep

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