Wrists Of Kings (In The Absence Of Truth 2006)

Текст песни Isis - Wrists Of Kings (In The Absence Of Truth 2006)

Now our blood
Travels though the
Veins of our
History

It bursts forth them
Boiling black
Clouds from the wrists of kings

The shadow
Lengthens as
Time draws on its tendrils

Creep into mythic cracks
Blending with the light of day

We see it
Now Before us
But even so we cannot
Read the lies between the lines

Bring them nothing
They have
Made it's way
The nights