Testo Tied To Cellar Doors Shroud Of Turin
The lies disrupt the gentel watersThe tides increase violently
It crys in mournfully
And from dirt grass wont grow
Seeds planted shall wilt and pass
The blood congeals underground
Seeds planted shall wilt and pass
Death becomes a familiar face
Grace me with your prescence
Now your family lives feeling empty
I Drink to write further good times
Rinse your frail body from the fountain
Falling apart far from sight
I spread into the air
I'm shook with grief
Never letting it get to me
I tremble as if shock
Has now come over me
A selfish song I sing
