Song | Red Sulphur |
Artist | Menace Ruine |
Album | Venus Armata |
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Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear | |
I wasn’t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
Without my knowledge | |
I was driven off course | |
And all this bound me to you | |
You never had any role to play | |
But to shine as a beacon | |
What if I had let it run wild | |
Brought it into the light of day | |
Instead of nurturing it | |
in my silent soul | |
The antidote is inside this sword | |
Looming above our heads | |
With its unique poison to be cooked | |
Why is this holding me down | |
While I try to rise up | |
Is this fight between the two birds | |
insoluble and eternal? | |
From this tension I know I can grow | |
But the chasm is too vast | |
Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
or leave one behind? | |
What will emanate from this war? | |
What will fly above water? | |
What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
Unearth the first one | |
Don’t leave anything in the cold | |
Lost in a hidden corner | |
I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
I’ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
Be the knight of my own hell | |
And my own glory | |
Or let the sword fall over my head | |
Be the king of my own health | |
And by its unique poison, | |
The queen of my soul | |
Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear I wasn’t, | |
but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
Now I shall be truly resigned | |
And leave it deep inside | |
The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
Suddenly I was bold | |
And utterly transformed | |
From the deepest core of my being | |
The winged bird has risen, | |
And looked at me without fear |
Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear | |
I wasn' t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
Without my knowledge | |
I was driven off course | |
And all this bound me to you | |
You never had any role to play | |
But to shine as a beacon | |
What if I had let it run wild | |
Brought it into the light of day | |
Instead of nurturing it | |
in my silent soul | |
The antidote is inside this sword | |
Looming above our heads | |
With its unique poison to be cooked | |
Why is this holding me down | |
While I try to rise up | |
Is this fight between the two birds | |
insoluble and eternal? | |
From this tension I know I can grow | |
But the chasm is too vast | |
Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
or leave one behind? | |
What will emanate from this war? | |
What will fly above water? | |
What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
Unearth the first one | |
Don' t leave anything in the cold | |
Lost in a hidden corner | |
I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
I' ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
Be the knight of my own hell | |
And my own glory | |
Or let the sword fall over my head | |
Be the king of my own health | |
And by its unique poison, | |
The queen of my soul | |
Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear I wasn' t, | |
but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
Now I shall be truly resigned | |
And leave it deep inside | |
The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
Suddenly I was bold | |
And utterly transformed | |
From the deepest core of my being | |
The winged bird has risen, | |
And looked at me without fear |
Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear | |
I wasn' t, but feeding this vine growing inside | |
Without my knowledge | |
I was driven off course | |
And all this bound me to you | |
You never had any role to play | |
But to shine as a beacon | |
What if I had let it run wild | |
Brought it into the light of day | |
Instead of nurturing it | |
in my silent soul | |
The antidote is inside this sword | |
Looming above our heads | |
With its unique poison to be cooked | |
Why is this holding me down | |
While I try to rise up | |
Is this fight between the two birds | |
insoluble and eternal? | |
From this tension I know I can grow | |
But the chasm is too vast | |
Will I ever marry both worlds, | |
or leave one behind? | |
What will emanate from this war? | |
What will fly above water? | |
What fugitive matter am I made of? | |
Unearth the first one | |
Don' t leave anything in the cold | |
Lost in a hidden corner | |
I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender | |
I' ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself | |
Be the knight of my own hell | |
And my own glory | |
Or let the sword fall over my head | |
Be the king of my own health | |
And by its unique poison, | |
The queen of my soul | |
Beside my ghost | |
I suppose I was there | |
But in my soul I swear I wasn' t, | |
but feeding this love like a peaceful fire | |
Now I shall be truly resigned | |
And leave it deep inside | |
The devil may say it is not real but who cares now | |
When I thought I was at the end of my rope | |
Suddenly I was bold | |
And utterly transformed | |
From the deepest core of my being | |
The winged bird has risen, | |
And looked at me without fear |