Limbs Of A Stare Lyrics
| Song | Limbs Of A Stare |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Serpent's Embrace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Olivares Merino | |
| A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain | |
| Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes | |
| Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease | |
| Sand in my eyes, | |
| I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze | |
| Draw my bare tears from this melody now that | |
| I can't flee | |
| Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk | |
| To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune | |
| Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I an crawling to feel desire | |
| To shape your truth and fire | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare | |
| To dream a leaf without it's tree, to follow it's silence | |
| I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar | |
| Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise | |
| The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I am prowling to feel desire | |
| To yield to bounds and pyres | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare... | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar |
| zuo qu : Olivares Merino | |
| A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain | |
| Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes | |
| Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease | |
| Sand in my eyes, | |
| I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze | |
| Draw my bare tears from this melody now that | |
| I can' t flee | |
| Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk | |
| To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune | |
| Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I an crawling to feel desire | |
| To shape your truth and fire | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare | |
| To dream a leaf without it' s tree, to follow it' s silence | |
| I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it' s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar | |
| Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise | |
| The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I am prowling to feel desire | |
| To yield to bounds and pyres | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare... | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it' s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar |
| zuò qǔ : Olivares Merino | |
| A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain | |
| Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes | |
| Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease | |
| Sand in my eyes, | |
| I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze | |
| Draw my bare tears from this melody now that | |
| I can' t flee | |
| Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk | |
| To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune | |
| Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I an crawling to feel desire | |
| To shape your truth and fire | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare | |
| To dream a leaf without it' s tree, to follow it' s silence | |
| I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it' s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar | |
| Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise | |
| The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind | |
| Devour my womb, these obscure roots | |
| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom | |
| I am prowling to feel desire | |
| To yield to bounds and pyres | |
| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare... | |
| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become | |
| And it' s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun | |
| Within my nest | |
| I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart | |
| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar |
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