Black Shapes

Our Temptress the Sea
This sea's our temptress,What mysteries she holds,Beyond her murky cull,Fortune is heldA life of purity,To find sacred ground,But if the Earth is flat,Then bless my wired bonesThis sea's our temptress,What mysteries she holds,Beyond her murky cull,Fortune is heldA life of purity,To find sacred ground,But if the Earth is flat,Then bless my wired bonesBehold the brightest star,Guide the faith of preacher men,Cry sermons into the darkness,Repent their mortal sinsWhile the rats are caught in day dreams,Letras de cancionesOf the sweet release of death,Now golden ships of promise,Burn slowly in the nightMay they hang their heads down low,May they hang their heads down low,May they hang their heads down low,May they hang their heads down lowLet the righteous fall,They're not saints at all,Let the righteous fall,They're not saints at all,Let the righteous fall,They're not saints at all,Let the righteous fall,They're not saintsHorrors witnessed,Horrors lived,These fuckers baptised us in sinHorrors witnessed,Horrors lived,These fuckers baptised us in sinTake these eyes,Take this skin,Take my soul,Take my dreamsTake these eyes,Take this skin,Take my soul,Take my dreamsTake these eyes,Take this skin,Take my soul,Take my dreamsTake these eyes,Take this skin,Take my soul,Take my dreams From Letras Mania