The nails
Sabaoth
...nails grow for a fortnight
...a child with no hair yet on his upper lip
...eyes wide open
...to pretend to suavely stroke his forehead
...a child with no hair yet on his upper lip
...eyes wide open
...to pretend to suavely stroke his forehead
...one's long nails into his tender breast
...one drinks the blood
...licking the wounds
...the boy cries
Haven't you ever tasted your blood?
...tears of your true love
...those hoarse shrieks of death
What shall become of me on the Day of Judgement?
Forgive me child!
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Mais ouvidas de Sabaoth
ver todas as músicas- Fragile
- The Rain Never Comes
- Song from the Highest Tower
- Dawn
- I Have Been Asleep
- Time No Longer Exists
- Blue Seasons
- Contemplation
- Wishes
- Distress
- Martyrium
- Where Everything Is Born (Southern Lands)
- Just Like Drops In The Sea
- Vigils
- The Fountain of Blood
- The Nails
- The Wanderer
- Offering Ritual
- Since Shade Relents
- Star Shaped Sky