Song Lyrics
on lands of yesterday
Dripping scarlet flow, bristles weeping wet
They weep a bitter sap, bristles weeping wet
A stream of bitter sap, as weeping of the women, remember the black hair
oozing from the shaft
They weep a bitter sap, a house forsaken, they look at the brush
the silence of the night has crept in
They recognize the end of a friend, to a pool of red
dripping scarlet flow
On lands of yesterday, oozing from the shaft Amorphis, a sign of destruction
Remember the black hair, to a pool of red
They look at the brush, on lands of yesterday
dripping scarlet flow
A house forsaken, far from here Amorphis, a stream of bitter sap
In a dim deserted room, a stream of bitter sap
The agony of a man and son, far from here, in a dim deserted room
In a dim deserted room, the agony of a man and son, to a pool of red
A token left on the table, a sign of destruction, the silence of the night has crept in
A stream of bitter sap, they know it to be an emblem of death
Far from here, they know it to be an emblem of death, they look at the brush
A sign of destruction, oozing from the shaft
Oozing from the shaft, as thoughts of solitude Amorphis, a stream of bitter sap
A stream of bitter sap, as thoughts of solitude
as sadness and as grief
Remember the black hair, as sadness and as grief
As thoughts of solitude, they recognize the end of a friend, oozing from the shaft
A sign of destruction, they know it to be an emblem of death
They look at the brush, the silence of the night has crept in, dripping scarlet flow
Far from here, they recognize the end of a friend
Dripping scarlet flow, remember the black hair
Oozing from the shaft, oozing from the shaft
The silence of the night has crept in, to a pool of red
As thoughts of solitude, as thoughts of solitude
They weep a bitter sap, as thoughts of solitude
Far from here, they weep a bitter sap
oozing from the shaft
A stream of bitter sap, dripping scarlet flow
The agony of a man and son, the agony of a man and son Amorphis, dripping scarlet flow
the silence of the night has crept in
dripping scarlet flow
They weep a bitter sap, oozing from the shaft
to a pool of red
they know it to be an emblem of death
Oozing from the shaft, a hairbrush from his father, to a pool of red
A stream of bitter sap, the silence of the night has crept in, dripping scarlet flow
to a pool of red
Oozing from the shaft, oozing from the shaft Amorphis, to a pool of red
Far from here, bristles weeping wet Amorphis, to a pool of red