Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Orchid, artist - Netherbird. Album song The Ghost Collector, in the genre Эпический метал
Date of issue: 17.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Lodge
Song language: English
Blood Orchid |
Black cityscape |
Towering… |
Stone fangs tearing at the sky |
Putrid tears fall |
Black horrorscape |
Ghosts line these avenues |
These streets are trenches |
Ugly are these scars |
…And filled with rats they are |
Filled with rats they are! |
There are choirs, a ghost vesper for hope |
Like whispers beyond the roaring machinery |
So few the flowers in these gardens of rust |
Nested they rest 'neath the carpet of dust |
I stand to watch the leaving birds spread their wings |
They will leave high above the chaos, high above everything |
While I hide deep within my flesh fortress under siege |
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach |
There must be beauty |
Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined |
There must be another meaning |
Greater than all their lies combined |
I’ve chosen another path |
Walking away from the strains of life |
A search for the blood orchid |
In the rusted gardens of mankind |
Autumn clutched in the earthen arms of summer’s growth |
Beneath the canopy of warmth |
Where stars beacons the weary and small |
Yet every garden bear the witness of coming fall |
Few are the flowers in the gardens of man |
In these sparkling gutters of neon Babylon |
Ghost dance amongst the fortunate whores |
Scared and maimed the pale stumble on… |
Blood Orchid |
There must be beauty |
Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined |
Blood Orchid |
There must be another meaning |
Greater than all their lies combined |
Blood Orchid |
I’ve chosen another path |
Walking away from the strains of life |
Blood Orchid |
A search for you |
In these rusted gardens of mankind |
I stand to watch |
The leaving birds spread their wings |
They will leave high above the chaos |
High above everything |
While I hide deep |
Within my flesh fortress under siege |
Where neither teachings nor syringes can reach |
There must be beauty |
Beyond this rugged city where we’re confined |
There must be another meaning |
Greater than all their lies combined |
I’ve chosen another path |
Walking away from the strains of life |
A search for the Blood Orchid |
In the rusted gardens of mankind |
Blood Orchid |