Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pyre, artist - Huntsmen. Album song American Scrap, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 22.02.2018
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Pyre |
| Too many voices in the fog |
| Each of them calling to his god |
| A harmony that sets their souls free while they rot |
| Tell your god he don’t get my soul yet |
| Too many days lost in the swamp |
| Ancestors watching from the dark |
| A dream of fire, a funeral pyre will guide me home |
| To a nightmare of cinders and bones |
| Fire will guide me home! |
| There’s no winter in this land, but time clings like frost to my icy hands |
| A shrine for your eyes, a feast for your teeth |
| Pull back the veil, find another veil underneath |
| He held her hand close to his face |
| As the last of his humanity drained into the ground |
| The setting sun painted the world blood red |
| As his mind fled back to the swamp, never to be found |
| Asleep in the pyre, asleep in the pyre! |