Lyrics These Low Lands - Swallow The Sun

These Low Lands

Weakness of the past
Like vapor in the trenches
These lowlands haunted
By a man clad in frost
All evil deeds done
Are piled up into hills
And visible on the left side
Fields of bad omens
Behind the skyline
The worst noise of the world
Violent crows of this dream
Flying backwards
Open below us Another swarm grows
Feel like tumors
Which shall return
And every night someone
Moves all the clocks forward
And the sun seems to Set always at the sunrise
No one leaves this place
No roads out from here
No passing birds ever
Really do pass by No one entering here
Walks without trembling
No one ever dreams of The hands of tender fathers