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Letra actual de la canción
[&quot;Symptom&quot; was featured earlier on the Hot records sampler &quot;The Rape of The Holy Trinity&quot;]<br />[This is a new and better version of the song.]<br /><br />Wonder do they stride at all<br />who bore him over her<br />glistening ground<br />I wonder, do I sense the breath<br />of dragons, steering sound<br />I catch the gust with my hands<br />like an open bowl<br />and hope the beast never stills<br />the wailing of his mould<br />I wonder, does it pour me something opaque<br />in mirrormere and grace<br />this that has lasted for quite some time<br />will it last throughout all days<br />The sound turns undressed back to me<br />like beryls floating in a wide stream<br />I wonder is this the final chance<br />to fulfill the golden steem<br />The sound of finches<br />ledged to the skin<br />defy this pledged cry<br />never has it really leaned to me as<br />a burden or an obvious lie<br />I wonder if her silver horns<br />bestow poison into my chalice<br />for I feel the stains like I've been<br />touched, though wounded not from<br />foreign malice<br />Be with me and feel with me the<br />sketch of your enchanting sky<br />so I can hold you in my arms<br />tight until the day I die
Letra nueva de la canción
[&quot;Symptom&quot; was featured earlier on the Hot records sampler &quot;The Rape of The Holy Trinity&quot;]<br />[This is a new and better version of the song.]<br /><br />Wonder do they stride at all<br />who bore him over her<br />glistening ground<br />I wonder, do I sense the breath<br />of dragons, steering sound<br />I catch the gust with my hands<br />like an open bowl<br />and hope the beast never stills<br />the wailing of his mould<br />I wonder, does it pour me something opaque<br />in mirrormere and grace<br />this that has lasted for quite some time<br />will it last throughout all days<br />The sound turns undressed back to me<br />like beryls floating in a wide stream<br />I wonder is this the final chance<br />to fulfill the golden steem<br />The sound of finches<br />ledged to the skin<br />defy this pledged cry<br />never has it really leaned to me as<br />a burden or an obvious lie<br />I wonder if her silver horns<br />bestow poison into my chalice<br />for I feel the stains like I've been<br />touched, though wounded not from<br />foreign malice<br />Be with me and feel with me the<br />sketch of your enchanting sky<br />so I can hold you in my arms<br />tight until the day I die
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