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Perceive how our shadow and move its moon free<br />Within a darkness en closes<br />How gold and purple in the shovel there<br />To gravel and rags disposes<br />From his torment river charon waves<br />And three times thereafter the digger of graves<br />Ended it all this your last groan<br />Therefore movitz come do what I grave<br />Help raise our sisters? tombstone<br /><br />Oh that wistful and forgotten place<br />Under the branches that hushes<br />Where time and death one hideous face<br />Unites into ashes<br />You who never once by envy was struck<br />Although your time came when you ran out of luck<br />Amongst the graves always narrows<br />Enemy there armed with face carved in rock<br />Gently breaking ones arrows<br /><br />The little Bell tolling the grand Bells<br />Groan<br />Cantor with flowers in the gate<br />And with the Bellowing prayer like<br />Tone<br />Hallows those who met their fate<br />Path that leads up to this grand yard<br />Of tombs<br />Tramples on roses fading yellowing<br />Bloom<br />Moulding hoardings and biers<br />Until this long black clad row of doom<br />Deeply bows down in tears<br /><br />Past on to rest from fistfight and ball<br />Gone is the love of your life<br />At where the grass yet don't grow at all<br />You look back at your buried wife<br />She from wine and liquor parted today<br />And with her all the joy that kept death away<br />Bottle who will now command thee?<br />Thirsty was she now have become deaths prey<br />We are all thirsty as can be.
Letra nueva de la canción
Perceive how our shadow and move its moon free<br />Within a darkness en closes<br />How gold and purple in the shovel there<br />To gravel and rags disposes<br />From his torment river charon waves<br />And three times thereafter the digger of graves<br />Ended it all this your last groan<br />Therefore movitz come do what I grave<br />Help raise our sisters? tombstone<br /><br />Oh that wistful and forgotten place<br />Under the branches that hushes<br />Where time and death one hideous face<br />Unites into ashes<br />You who never once by envy was struck<br />Although your time came when you ran out of luck<br />Amongst the graves always narrows<br />Enemy there armed with face carved in rock<br />Gently breaking ones arrows<br /><br />The little Bell tolling the grand Bells<br />Groan<br />Cantor with flowers in the gate<br />And with the Bellowing prayer like<br />Tone<br />Hallows those who met their fate<br />Path that leads up to this grand yard<br />Of tombs<br />Tramples on roses fading yellowing<br />Bloom<br />Moulding hoardings and biers<br />Until this long black clad row of doom<br />Deeply bows down in tears<br /><br />Past on to rest from fistfight and ball<br />Gone is the love of your life<br />At where the grass yet don't grow at all<br />You look back at your buried wife<br />She from wine and liquor parted today<br />And with her all the joy that kept death away<br />Bottle who will now command thee?<br />Thirsty was she now have become deaths prey<br />We are all thirsty as can be.
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