lyrics
The sickle comes down with the wind,
The hammer comes down with a vengeance,
The eastern heart breaking in twain,
The crooked fingers wretching the triplets.
The wolf dances with lamb,s
Hordes of ogres fight to destroy him
King of the north in his hand,
The burried ax is lying before him.
And I know,
The path is slow,
Hold my hand,
And don't let go,
Touch me,
And I will give,
Attrocities,
To all of them.
When I saw the wall,
Can it be so,
Can it be so,
When I dropped the world,
Can it be so,
Can it be so.
When I saw the wall,
Can it be so,
Can it be so,
When I dropped the world,
Can it be so,
Can it be so.
credits
from
The Times,
released April 30, 2015
Written by: Dave Richmond Recorded and Mixed by: D.J. Richardson
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