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  • Текст песни Soilwork - Harvest Spine

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    Тут находится текст песни Soilwork - Harvest Spine, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    I am the logical master
    I am the thousand winds that blow
    Not aware of the chain reaction
    The diamond that glints on the coming snow
    A seasonal triumph, sacrificial hearts
    It is in your judgement but still too far
    A pack of your demons in circled flight
    Are eating me up, I'm befriending the night, oh
    Set to incite
    Condemned by the voices in your chest
    Permission to burn the rest
    A winter inside your soul
    Protector of sulfur and gold
    Reaching harbors where the flickering light never dies
    Fields lie open as you fall
    Tend to overlook the sky that's weighing you down
    Lost in sleep, slothfulness
    Riddled by death, empty inside
    Harvest spine (uh)

    I am the I in illusion
    What you see is the pain that you feel inside
    A man of seclusion
    Forever to bleed when I hide
    Abandoning spirits and offspring's
    Sinners and scapegoats, grains of sand
    Preparing your offerings
    As poison now runs from the palm of your hands
    From your hands
    Condemned by the voices in your chest
    Permission to burn the rest
    A winter inside your soul
    Protector of sulfur and gold
    Reaching harbors where the flickering light never dies
    Fields lie open as you fall (as you fall)
    Tend to overlook the sky that's weighing you down
    Lost in sleep (lost in sleep), slothfulness (slothfulness)
    Riddled by death, empty inside
    Harvest spine

    Reaching harbors where the flickering light never dies
    Fields lie open as you fall (as you fall)
    Tend to overlook the sky that's weighing you down
    Lost in sleep, slothfulness
    Riddled by death, empty inside
    Harvest spine

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