Texty:
Twelve Tribes As Feathers To Flowers And Petals To Wings

thicker and more hateful and the further it goes it becomes harder then pounding and the pain it shows beneath the burns and the bruises and even below the passion and

foot as dagon and beliel i saw michael with the key as imprisoned wings curl detached from forever from heaven down arioc uzziel down moloch and so very

it's tonight for my sleep and dreams, forget dreams as feathers to flowers and petals to wings and angels to flying brings red dust to fields and flowers

for when i spoke of you i stole the day and bled the sun awaiting home where hand held innocence is feuling life and pain and love bleed through me and

always and zero space in time through burning crystal syngenesis i've tasted the fire's melody of all your trumpets singing sleeping soft madonna as crimson