Holding your face
You, linked with us by blood
Making you stare at the horizon
Blocking your sight for you will not be allowed to see my face rot
Nor my eyes turning lifeless nor having any longer the aura of comfort you once sought
Will not talk, dry tongue and dead throat
You, linked with us by blood
Making you stare at the horizon
Blocking your sight for you will not be allowed to see my face rot
Nor my eyes turning lifeless nor having any longer the aura of comfort you once sought
Will not talk, dry tongue and dead throat