🎵 The Crown Upon The Vine
Líricas:
The air holds the shape of the ghost that is near.
The hymn is the sound that you lose when you hear. I am the silence between every star. Lilith, the first breath in the night.
Pandora, the keeper of the starlight. Jedel, Jezebel, the crown upon the vine. Is Escuridão the truth that makes us divide? We are the foundation, we are the wall.
The quieter gone that catches the fall. No more the light, no more the sun. The shadows and the soul are finally one.
Whole truth.
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