Song | Lord Winter |
Artist | Death in June |
Album | Rose Clouds of Holocaust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Like Luther's army | |
And Abel's brother | |
I woke to find | |
Only to smother | |
An angel fat | |
At Satan's feast | |
Where falsehood, childhood | |
And loneliness ceased. | |
Delicate like grief | |
I am rapist, well-healed | |
Double the echo of silence | |
Like a dusty dead rose. | |
The dead of it - | |
The dread of it | |
The | |
dead | |
of it - | |
The | |
dread | |
of it | |
Contaminate with neglect | |
Every little heart eventually ends up broken | |
Shrouded by fog, and hidden by fear. | |
Asleep in this stumble of autumn | |
The pain was Calvary | |
Our living on | |
Empty. |