Dark Lunacy - Sybir lyrics
[Dark Lunacy - Sybir lyrics]
Locomotive is running inside the mist
The forest receives it’s smoking bit
Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward
And my destination, drawing to the shroud
Windows reflect, this quiet
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But, I can’t feel the stroke
I’m covered by loneliness
Triumphant, my preacher
Is calling to his mass
And slowly, dying children
Are coming to your black
Cathedral burns in tears
Redemption for all sinner lost in time
Windows reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave my funeral
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door
And for, my evil, one thousand
Candle are shine
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But, I can’t feel the stroke
I’m covered by loneliness
Every dump brick the sinner corps
Every out candle, sinner lair
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Window reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave my funeral
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail
My stigmata they want to blade
And for, my evil, one thousand
Candle are shine
The forest receives it’s smoking bit
Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward
And my destination, drawing to the shroud
Windows reflect, this quiet
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But, I can’t feel the stroke
I’m covered by loneliness
Triumphant, my preacher
Is calling to his mass
And slowly, dying children
Are coming to your black
Cathedral burns in tears
Redemption for all sinner lost in time
Windows reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave my funeral
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door
And for, my evil, one thousand
Candle are shine
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But, I can’t feel the stroke
I’m covered by loneliness
Every dump brick the sinner corps
Every out candle, sinner lair
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Window reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave my funeral
Candle are waiting the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail
My stigmata they want to blade
And for, my evil, one thousand
Candle are shine