Song | Evening View |
Artist | Súl Ad Astral |
Album | Afterglow |
[ti:Evening View] | |
[ar:súl ad astral] | |
[al:Afterglow] | |
[01:45.19] | This night, the children of comfortable ignorance |
[01:51.14] | Sleep softly in beds of the silently slain |
[02:00.33] | The lapping of those ancient tongues |
[02:04.26] | Upon ankles of the younger ones |
[02:07.90] | Reaching up like the fires in the skies |
[02:15.37] | The weight of the world is too much for even itself |
[02:23.14] | What might rise from the ashes of a cave-in? |
[02:30.57] | Great mass form like that on a holy day |
[02:37.83] | Great mass more like that of a cancer in the land |
ti: Evening View | |
ar: sú l ad astral | |
al: Afterglow | |
[01:45.19] | This night, the children of comfortable ignorance |
[01:51.14] | Sleep softly in beds of the silently slain |
[02:00.33] | The lapping of those ancient tongues |
[02:04.26] | Upon ankles of the younger ones |
[02:07.90] | Reaching up like the fires in the skies |
[02:15.37] | The weight of the world is too much for even itself |
[02:23.14] | What might rise from the ashes of a cavein? |
[02:30.57] | Great mass form like that on a holy day |
[02:37.83] | Great mass more like that of a cancer in the land |