Sinead O'Brien
End Of Days
Where great appetites comes to feast
Where woman and beast make peacefully in sacrifice
No flesh is wasted
No rest for the young who sinfully free are forced to work
And no place for old men but home
A child has come to be born
Where the wonderer comes to seat
Where we must know our false self
And minds com finally to a seat
Where the rotted fruits have passed
Dark hills on promised land
A child is born
Consumes itself away into decay and to decay
Where strangers at the end of days
Come to meet an honest fate
Where home?
Green glows the sky
In jealous prom
Green the grass is that sacrifice their flowers
Gentle tides children come and go to count the hours
Aged things grow young beneath skin and outgrown
Bowed heads see futures and points of the needle
The demon with two heads does not know it from itself
Consumes itself away into decay and to decay
Letras de cancionesWhere great appetites come to feast
A purge of mutant fishes rots upon the surface
Where the wonderer comes to rest
Where lonely strangers come to beach
At the end of days
Everything possible is building, building, building
A vision of unto the bed comes a singing army
From the heads of the ragged cliffs
Where I can see America and everything is possible at mohair
Or it's things like possibility because the crest of a wave untouched is then unmade
From across the beach of mist and stony desert vision
The beautiful things I send and descend in heart bending rhythms
The phantom isle it shows and my heart is breaking open
The unit will be unified again and
Everything possible is building, building, building
A child is born with discarded wishes on her skin
A deity we must know what this means
And from the sea of boiling wave we clean the demons face
If that is what it be, the child a beast
It walks and talks and it bleeds for us
These times are streaked with the blood of children
The unit will be unified again and
Everything possible is building, building, building
Where the wonderer comes to seat
Where lonely strangers at the end of days come to meet their fate
And minds come finally to a seat
Everything possible is building, building, building
Everything possible is building
From Letras Mania