| I reached the line and felt the burden of feeling dumb and made of stone…
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| A word, a sore, one blame, that gores… The mark of cain burns on my skin…
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| So here I am to serve the sentence, the stony years and wasted signs…
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| A harm, that sprawls… A head, that falls… A river for the oath i broke…
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| Cause I was send to be your armour…
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| A sparkling shield around your smile…
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| But now I see I was an arrow…
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| The spear, that ran through all your glance…
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| I cross the line and feel the burden of all the pictures in my head…
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| A smile, that chokes… A trust, that soakes… An ocean filled with red and
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| white…
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| So see me dressed with all the blemish my soul can’t hold without to break…
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| A pride, that quails… A hope, that fails… I feel a storm devouring seeds…
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| Cause I was send to be your armour…
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| A sparkling shield around your smile…
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| But now I see I was an arrow…
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| The spear, that ran through all your glance…
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| And with the hindsight of memories a stone is bursting by the rain…
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| And in the great hall of heaven a zodiac is one the wane…
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| Cause I was send to be your armour…
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| A sparkling shield around your smile…
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| But in the end I was the arrow…
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| The spear, that ran through all your glance…
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| These are my scars, these are my memories…
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| All the fires still burn, but without any light…
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| And this is my truth, headstone of the towers my words are falling from with no sound through the storm…
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| And here is the shape I gave to my burned flesh…
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| In the gardens of light, there’s no lapse to make good…
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| So this is the day, when a miscreed is leaving…
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| Through the high and the low I pass the sword on…
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| This is the name the mute ones call silence…
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| It resounds through my veines like a thief on the run…
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| And this is the face I once gave my blood for, but the mirror of sun got a black hole of dust…
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| And this is the dream I will chain in the welkin…
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| A bonfire of hope for the dead will to live…
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| This is the heart it will rise again from…
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| So i’m inhaling the sparks for being in flames |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mark Of Cain / And From This Heart It Will Rise..., artist - Golden Apes. Album song Denying the Towers Our Words Are Falling from..., in the genre Инди