Song | End of Days |
Artist | Brown Bird |
Album | Salt for Salt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Winter caps the rooftops | |
And shrouds the earth in silence | |
Skadi howls and mourns | |
And revels in the whiteness | |
My world is so small | |
Inside our cozy walls | |
So warm and so threatened by the end of days | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it’s bony fingers free | |
Silver lines the windows | |
Cobwebs in the corners | |
Of the homes where once human minds did dwell | |
The earth is thrown asunder | |
The god’s deafening thunder | |
Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew | |
The time will sure come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
Cold may come surround us | |
Death’s hand try to bind us | |
But i will pry his bony fingers free | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it’s bony fingers free |
Winter caps the rooftops | |
And shrouds the earth in silence | |
Skadi howls and mourns | |
And revels in the whiteness | |
My world is so small | |
Inside our cozy walls | |
So warm and so threatened by the end of days | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it' s bony fingers free | |
Silver lines the windows | |
Cobwebs in the corners | |
Of the homes where once human minds did dwell | |
The earth is thrown asunder | |
The god' s deafening thunder | |
Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew | |
The time will sure come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
Cold may come surround us | |
Death' s hand try to bind us | |
But i will pry his bony fingers free | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it' s bony fingers free |
Winter caps the rooftops | |
And shrouds the earth in silence | |
Skadi howls and mourns | |
And revels in the whiteness | |
My world is so small | |
Inside our cozy walls | |
So warm and so threatened by the end of days | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it' s bony fingers free | |
Silver lines the windows | |
Cobwebs in the corners | |
Of the homes where once human minds did dwell | |
The earth is thrown asunder | |
The god' s deafening thunder | |
Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew | |
The time will sure come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
Cold may come surround us | |
Death' s hand try to bind us | |
But i will pry his bony fingers free | |
The time will surely come | |
When all is blown undone | |
But i will still be with you my love | |
This deafening quiet | |
May grasp around my chest | |
But i will pry it' s bony fingers free |