River Empires (The)
The Marching Of The Clocks
She sighs, breaching a birth that will send her illTownship sings of the swift apple blossom yearTo reach out swim toward some spinning bled in strange she moves tooUp rise in bended lightDance the streets of gloom to sedateCast our seedsCompass tilts like a war over CoventryHis wife stirs, orbiting up past the marble seaBrake two needles that bruise the veinsOar resounds that she movesUp rise in bended lightDance the streets of gloom to sedateCast our seeds onto the rocksAnd pray our graves will welcome us
From Letras Mania