Song | Holy Flower Of The North Star |
Artist | Minsk |
Album | Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive |
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I won’t take this chord from round my throat, and I can’t promise you won’t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. | |
And they’re calling to us even now. | |
I will make no sacred vow. | |
A kiss has seal these lips tonight, and tomorrow may never come for me. | |
But in this night we’ll feast and we we’ll fight and keep these fires burning until the dawn. | |
And if we make it to see the morning light, we’ll sing an errant wanderer’s song of hangmen, heroes, lovers, and pawns. |
I won' t take this chord from round my throat, and I can' t promise you won' t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. | |
And they' re calling to us even now. | |
I will make no sacred vow. | |
A kiss has seal these lips tonight, and tomorrow may never come for me. | |
But in this night we' ll feast and we we' ll fight and keep these fires burning until the dawn. | |
And if we make it to see the morning light, we' ll sing an errant wanderer' s song of hangmen, heroes, lovers, and pawns. |
I won' t take this chord from round my throat, and I can' t promise you won' t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. | |
And they' re calling to us even now. | |
I will make no sacred vow. | |
A kiss has seal these lips tonight, and tomorrow may never come for me. | |
But in this night we' ll feast and we we' ll fight and keep these fires burning until the dawn. | |
And if we make it to see the morning light, we' ll sing an errant wanderer' s song of hangmen, heroes, lovers, and pawns. |