The Crosses letra

Holy crosses are the verses
Where the poets bleed in silence,
Blinded by the peck of vultures
Flying round in ghostly rabble.
On their bodies swords have feasted,
Bathing in the scarlet bloodstream.
Holy crosses are the verses
Where the poets bleed in silence.

Death then comes; dispersed the ashes,
Far away the rabble’s clamour...

Slowly sinks the sun’s red splendour,
Like a royal crown of glory.

Holy crosses are the verses
Where the poets bleed in silence,
Blinded by the peck of vultures
Flying round in ghostly rabble.
On their bodies swords have feasted,
Bathing in the scarlet bloodstream.
Holy crosses are the verses
Where the poets bleed in silence...

Godnr.universe! - Letras

• The Crosses
• The Dandy