The Weave

歌詞

Light First cry, language of the unheard Old ghosts dancing to a new birth Knit from souls vanished long gone Into one, a Reaper's sideshow First step, open gates to homesteads Last thought innocent and unscathed Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes Passion of the young, anchors aweigh He of myriad songs Of a lifelong call Cries its moment to the stars Rips a withering heart To fall apart The unweaving has begun The unweaving has begun To fall apart Rips a withering heart Cries its moment to the stars Of a lifelong call He of myriad songs The unweaving has begun Passion of the young, anchors aweigh Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes Last thought innocent and unscathed First step, open gates to homesteads Into one, a Reaper's sideshow Knit from souls vanished long gone Old ghosts dancing to a new birth First cry, language of the unheard Light