Spectre at the Feast Ihsahn
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[Verse 1]
The practise of harmony
Is a delicate thing
The tension preceding
The bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean
The art of precision
Will keep your cuts clean
[Pre-Chorus]
Until the day
You're faced with a beast
That no one can tame
Until the day
You're caught in a storm
Of what you became
[Chorus]
Then, virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
A chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
The rain
Away with the rain
The practise of harmony
Is a delicate thing
The tension preceding
The bow and the string
It's just how you phrase it
It's not what you mean
The art of precision
Will keep your cuts clean
[Pre-Chorus]
Until the day
You're faced with a beast
That no one can tame
Until the day
You're caught in a storm
Of what you became
[Chorus]
Then, virtues and creed
Scatter like pearls from a chain
A chain
Blood on the ground
Washing away with the rain
The rain
Away with the rain
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