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• Artiste: Absence (The)
• Titre: Riders of the Plauge
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So salvation here runs the flood Here dies the love The banner of the ungranted And our darkest days The feelings that were forced Out of fear without a drop of remorse Now that the pain is released With cryptic seals and signs Running over heartstrings wretched and run dry When the feathered begin to fall With a voice like glass Born to splint and shatter The touch of sunlight Like heavens plague, the birth of black With hung halos of wrath and decay The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues Our hands have reached thin of skin Sifted straight to bone Bare and broken as the inventors hope Unseen by the believed Unbelieved by all who see So when you become every dream abhorred A being so bitter not worth the weight of ice in his words With a voice like glass Born to splint and shatter The touch of sunlight Like heavens plague, the birth of black With hung halos of wrath and decay The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues With a voice just like glass Born to splint and born to shatter The touch of sunlight Like heavens plague, the birth of black With hung halos of wrath and decay The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues