Virus Meadow Lyrics
| Song | Virus Meadow |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | The Evening of the 24th |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Rattled chime, slow ringing echo | |
| Roll around in virus meadow | |
| Suck enchanted nightshade twine | |
| Hear the bells beneath us chime | |
| Sinking sermon, priest head murmurs | |
| Holy words across the meadows | |
| Kissed the plagues' black rolling hand | |
| Through his lips the virus sang | |
| And the rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Flapping in the flat sky | |
| Shrieking in the spire | |
| Hanging from the lead sky | |
| Dangling from the sun | |
| The rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Nodding thistle, english sun dew | |
| Swansneck woman, child-bed meadow | |
| Aching shoulders sink and grow | |
| As the bells from ditches toll | |
| And the smeared skin wrapped limbs | |
| Of the night brothers | |
| Struggling.... crawling | |
| Through the empty crack of morning | |
| Of the night brothers... | |
| Of the night brothers.... | |
| ________________________________________________________________ | |
| If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat with | |
| a licensed die-hard Trees-head, just mail me..... | |
| Slow Pulse Ulisse <[email protected]> |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Rattled chime, slow ringing echo | |
| Roll around in virus meadow | |
| Suck enchanted nightshade twine | |
| Hear the bells beneath us chime | |
| Sinking sermon, priest head murmurs | |
| Holy words across the meadows | |
| Kissed the plagues' black rolling hand | |
| Through his lips the virus sang | |
| And the rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Flapping in the flat sky | |
| Shrieking in the spire | |
| Hanging from the lead sky | |
| Dangling from the sun | |
| The rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Nodding thistle, english sun dew | |
| Swansneck woman, childbed meadow | |
| Aching shoulders sink and grow | |
| As the bells from ditches toll | |
| And the smeared skin wrapped limbs | |
| Of the night brothers | |
| Struggling.... crawling | |
| Through the empty crack of morning | |
| Of the night brothers... | |
| Of the night brothers.... | |
| ________________________________________________________________ | |
| If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat with | |
| a licensed diehard Treeshead, just mail me..... | |
| Slow Pulse Ulisse d92upe nada. kth. se |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Rattled chime, slow ringing echo | |
| Roll around in virus meadow | |
| Suck enchanted nightshade twine | |
| Hear the bells beneath us chime | |
| Sinking sermon, priest head murmurs | |
| Holy words across the meadows | |
| Kissed the plagues' black rolling hand | |
| Through his lips the virus sang | |
| And the rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Flapping in the flat sky | |
| Shrieking in the spire | |
| Hanging from the lead sky | |
| Dangling from the sun | |
| The rooks, they seemed to follow him | |
| Wherever he goes | |
| Nodding thistle, english sun dew | |
| Swansneck woman, childbed meadow | |
| Aching shoulders sink and grow | |
| As the bells from ditches toll | |
| And the smeared skin wrapped limbs | |
| Of the night brothers | |
| Struggling.... crawling | |
| Through the empty crack of morning | |
| Of the night brothers... | |
| Of the night brothers.... | |
| ________________________________________________________________ | |
| If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat with | |
| a licensed diehard Treeshead, just mail me..... | |
| Slow Pulse Ulisse d92upe nada. kth. se |
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