🎵 Portrait for the Fall
Líricas:
...She stands upon the terrace. The jasmine starts to bleed...
She doesn't fear the thunder, she doesn't fear the dust.
She wears her crown like armor, a sanctuary of trust.
The Tyrian silk is heavy, trailing on the floor,
While the chariots of Jehu are knocking at the door.
Oh, Jezebel, the sky is turning grey.
The gods of gold and silver couldn't wash the sins away.
You paint your face in silence, a portrait for the fall.
The empire is a whisper, echoing against the wall.
Down, down, the linen catches on the stone.
Down, down, she leaves the world alone.
Only the palms of her hands, only the souls of her feet...
Under the noonday sun.
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