🎵 Crown Upon The Vine II
Líricas:
The air holds the shape of the ghost that is near.
The hymn is the sound that you lose when you hear. The hymn is the sound that you lose when you hear. I am the silence between every star.
We live the first breath in the night, and daughter, the keeper of the starlight. Jezebel, above the crown upon the vine, is core, the truth that makes us divine.
We are the foundation, we are the wall. The quiet echo that catches the fall. No more the light, no more the sun. The shadows and the soul are finally worn.
Finally worn.
