The Body - Lathspell I Name You lyrics
[The Body - Lathspell I Name You lyrics]
To pull back this ruined limb
Devoid of purpose for all intents ruined
A time that stole this heart
A yield of bone and flesh
Empty seeds that grow into hollow
Shells with no fruit
To fill a hole that can not be filled
A time that stole this spine
A yield of stone and ash
Words that follow forms sedative
And misleading
And a need for the need to believe
A crushing need to be desired
Full of fear and abandonment
To give hope to a heart
That can not know hope
A yield of disappointments
And you are a liar
Est mea vocorum vox daemonorium vivos ango
Convoco pestem noxa dissipo
Coniugo cruentes sacrosanctum Convomo
Mortuous laudo
Gray dust piled and blown away
To hill and plain may you find unease
Diseased and weak offspring
Retract at the sun's glare
Retreat, fall back crippled wallflower
Years and years, upon wasted years
Upon sundered seas and darkling stars
No cairn of stone no circle of spear
Awash in dead technologies
Waters clogged with branch and ash
Atop the crest of an epoch
There, eyes with bitter tears
Alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack
Of proof of your demise
Repayment in kind I demand
A just finality I deserve
Devoid of purpose for all intents ruined
A time that stole this heart
A yield of bone and flesh
Empty seeds that grow into hollow
Shells with no fruit
To fill a hole that can not be filled
A time that stole this spine
A yield of stone and ash
Words that follow forms sedative
And misleading
And a need for the need to believe
A crushing need to be desired
Full of fear and abandonment
To give hope to a heart
That can not know hope
A yield of disappointments
And you are a liar
Est mea vocorum vox daemonorium vivos ango
Convoco pestem noxa dissipo
Coniugo cruentes sacrosanctum Convomo
Mortuous laudo
Gray dust piled and blown away
To hill and plain may you find unease
Diseased and weak offspring
Retract at the sun's glare
Retreat, fall back crippled wallflower
Years and years, upon wasted years
Upon sundered seas and darkling stars
No cairn of stone no circle of spear
Awash in dead technologies
Waters clogged with branch and ash
Atop the crest of an epoch
There, eyes with bitter tears
Alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack
Of proof of your demise
Repayment in kind I demand
A just finality I deserve