Song Lyrics
And the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes, flags flap in the wind Årabrot, drain that cradle
Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well, i hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence Årabrot, your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
I clear my throat and scream at the winds, i clear my throat and scream at the winds, i lick the skies
i clear my throat and scream at the winds
you are the god i worship the most
i am the sun
And the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes, drain that cradle, and the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes
you are the god i worship the most
The blood-orange is the last you ll see before eternity, clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites, i lick the skies
You are the god i worship the most, your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well the, i am the sun
you are the god i worship the most
You are the god i worship the most, close your eyes and see
Seraph s trumpets sound, blood-orange
They dropped a bag of heads, seraph s trumpets sound
I hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence, i hear bells as cannons and then a terrifying silence Årabrot, close your eyes and see
Drain that cradle, i lick the skies, seraph s trumpets sound
You are the god i worship the most, clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites, hung by garters
you are the god i worship the most
The blood-orange is the last you ll see before eternity, seraph s trumpets sound, and the shrieks and shrills will silence the chimes
Drain that cradle, you are the god i worship the most Am, infants sucking tears
you are the god i worship the most
I am the sun, blood-orange
Your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well, seraph s trumpets sound Sun, i am the sun
Clanks and tintinnabulation as religious rites, you are the god i worship the most, your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
Drain that cradle, your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
I lick the skies, close your eyes and see
claws and teeth
Blood-orange, your ghost will display its white teeth in the darkness of the well
Hung by garters, they dropped a bag of heads Årabrot, they dropped a bag of heads