I found a penny where the black waters blowed A dagger, a crown, or home in the snow And scraps, soil, and sentries for the children below There's one
fructify Sown asunder, corpses blended with the soil Transmutations, spill forth from Gaia's womb Life comes screaming, overdue, on a landscape free of man Beasts of a broken
on steel Confusion is confession I'll drive you wheel to wheel The price is prejudicial Hear the silent sing With the spit and spat on Burning broken wings
space Where depressive minds blossoms When the night of heresy came Heaven embraced by fire and flames Angels with their broken wings Descending to the bleeding soil
hatred Inside myself a tempest whirls in rage Rivers run wild with blood And the charred soil beckons a somber age Here angels die Their broken wings
free Lift me from this place and fly with me Giver of hope and dreams Cut my wings and crash me to the sea [Chorus:] Be a storm at will Move the soil
the one who wants our songs to end. The one who perishes on moonlit fields. We are the daughters of the one with broken wings and horns.... And the
: By fate's mercy I broke free from water's captivity And rushed towards the light (Towards the call of the Sun, winged by the desire to live I saw
all life springs anew We are cleansed through the crystal fire Fill me with sound, fill me with hatred Let my life bring life to the soil The soil beneath
life springs anew We are cleansed through the crystal fire Fill me with sound, fill me with hatred Let my life bring life to the soil The soil beneath
thin, She stood by you She held the key to my broken heart I look back and wonder, Sit and ponder. How I could have ever neglected you. For the blood soaked soil
. ..away from rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears 'n nostrils Hit my brain like hones 'n numbed t' nothing Wings
where all life springs anew We are cleansed through the crystal fire Fill me with sound, fill me with hatred Let my life bring life to the soil The soil
their smell Defeated by slaves In our victory-hour Rose to high like a child on a swing Pomp pulled to hard at their wings Used to ride the day Through
me free Lift me from this place and fly with me Giver of hope and dreams Cut my wings and crash me to the sea [Chorus:] Be a storm at will Move the soil
soil... Like the one who wants our songs to end. The one who perishes on moonlit fields. We are the daughters of the one with broken wings and horns....