He floats down the river in a basket odd
She bandages the eyes of the household gods
He commands the fires that contort the light
He walks down the stairs, lays down the night
A ragged grey moon rises over the walls
Her tears wet the carpets of the winding halls
Her hands feed the dogs of the winter snows
Her heart grows cold in the wild echo
The hounds are scratching
To get out of their cage
Sunkеn wounds
Are there words of ragе
That can't be unsaid
Stuck in a maze with the walking dead
Asphyxiating
Levitating
Taken to bed
Never giving up the ghost
Kneeling for the host
This is my body
This is my blood
These are the twisted limbs I love the most
She bandages the eyes of the household gods
He commands the fires that contort the light
He walks down the stairs, lays down the night
A ragged grey moon rises over the walls
Her tears wet the carpets of the winding halls
Her hands feed the dogs of the winter snows
Her heart grows cold in the wild echo
The hounds are scratching
To get out of their cage
Sunkеn wounds
Are there words of ragе
That can't be unsaid
Stuck in a maze with the walking dead
Asphyxiating
Levitating
Taken to bed
Never giving up the ghost
Kneeling for the host
This is my body
This is my blood
These are the twisted limbs I love the most
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