Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sybir, artist - Dark Lunacy. Album song Weaver of Forgotten, in the genre Date of issue: 25.10.2011
Record label: Cantastorie Edizioni Musicali
Song language: English
Sybir |
| Locomotive is running inside the mist |
| The forest receives it’s smoking bit |
| Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward |
| And my destination, drawing to the shroud |
| Windows reflect, this quiet… |
| Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail |
| Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near |
| But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness |
| Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass |
| And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black |
| Cathedral burns in tears |
| Redemption for all sinner lost in time |
| Windows reflect, this quiet… |
| The storm, is sleeping, between the wood |
| Running, to grave… my funeral |
| Candle are waiting… the flame of soul |
| I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door |
| And for, my evil, one thousand, candle… are shine |
| Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail |
| Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near |
| But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness |
| Every dump brick the sinner corps |
| Every out candle, sinner lair |
| Candle are waiting… the flame of soul |
| I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell |
| Window reflect, this quiet |
| The storm, is sleeping, between the wood |
| Running, to grave… my funeral |
| Candle are waiting… the flame of soul |
| I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell |
| Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail |
| My stigmata they want to blade |
| And for, my evil, one thousand, candle… are shine |