Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Towards the Shores of Loss, artist - Skitliv. Album song Skandinavisk Misantropi, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 10.11.2012
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Towards the Shores of Loss |
The arrow |
Told me |
I am under stars |
As sweet as being |
But the stars' faces |
The implant is |
The Merciful Dust |
The slick face of the unborn |
Exhausted head |
In the peace of the trip |
The spurs stutter «chaos» |
Or «love» |
But only the lonely |
The axe |
At which click you |
At fucked faun play |
Makes faces |
Of stairs and stars |
But the train is dead |
Your faith |
«I wonder who makes the sea?» |
«I wonder Ur?» |
The neck smells nude |
And the pain and love |
After the woman blossoms |
At streams |
I see moths fail in polite twilights |
The broken banks |
The horses fall |
The beautiful pool |
Buy grace in installments |
Give fox fox fox |
Frost broken face |
Vulture face Kain |
Craving the unlimited nothingness |
The seeps through the eyeballs of life |
Sanctified by the hand of the Lord |
The one that kept his secrets and |
Balanced the unforgiven challenge |
That I hoped to wear on my shoulders |
Nothing else came through these walls |
Except the screams that shattered |
Your dreams |
Sagacity of wanton strangeness |
Coming up on the ever yielding lifelessness |
In through the holiness of His miseries |
Slaying the by-products of the eternal screams |
To whatever cleverness you tried to balance |
Retributions and dull confirmations |
Kept clean for your own contributions |
Slowly I saw your face of Hell and touched every way of it |
Pollutions never came that easy |
When Satan stared back in anguish |
Dissolutions where always pure as ice |
How can you now cast the dice? |
Like sharpened knives of dried up shells |
The informations from you was dreadlife |
In its own depravity it called out |
To shared visions of the sky divisions |
How could I ever go this way? |
How could I ever love your eyes? |
Mishandled nothings of dying cavortions |
Hell or Heaven was never an option |
Probability is non-negotiable |
Inside those cracked up bells |
And came crashing in flashes |
That once was you and me |
They piled up Jesus-like bombshells |
The mystery of the one soul given |
Of all I craved |
Of all I behaved |
Hell or Heaven was never an option |
For us |