Testo The Dirge - Exhorder
Testo della canzone The Dirge (Exhorder), tratta dall'album The Law
Up to, up to, up to, up to
Up to the street proceed the hearse and limousine
Lay the casket, the corpse of inner joy
Questioning time
All hope for loving died
Graying haze on the autumn skies
Stone cold hearts retract amongst the knives
Within a dream that commits itself to grief
Resurrected by a black wreath
Why?
Well
Love
How?
Heaving sighs of seizure aroused
By the view of true love embalmed in a box
Muffled beg, plead for a sign, but never mind
'Cause bliss is not a word left far behind
Bliss buried in a sepulcher
Customized by the hand of rage
The birth of a violent age
Reminds all that abstinence
Makes the heart grow floundering
Perish the memory
Scream in agony
Love is late, love is late
A sour rage-limbed search
Dies in the cadence of the dirge
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Charles Labella, Christopher Felton Nail, Jay Patrick Ceravolo, Kyle Daniel Thomas
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