Ihsahn - Twin Black Angels download song

Song Lyrics

Would i know emptiness from peace, forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams Black, this is the deal
Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams, this is the deal, is it a cure
Of my own device, how would it feel, what would it be
this is the deal
raptures to tear the world apart
Drifting though closed eyes, fade out the cold lights Twin, like in the song
Where twin black angels lead the way, spread out clean sheets
Spread out clean sheets, raptures to tear the world apart, spread out clean sheets

This is the deal, like in the song, if the ideals of self were real
If the ideals of self were real, or is it disease, another part of me could have been the unleashed
Tracing the fears back to the start, if the ideals of self were real, fade out the cold lights
Raptures to tear the world apart, if the ideals of self were real, ashes of the night swirling though my head
forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
Watching incapacities materialize, of my own device
how would it feel
Like in the song, written in scars that never heal

Spread out clean sheets, would i know emptiness from peace
Would i know emptiness from peace, raptures to tear the world apart, or is it disease
If the ideals of self were real, forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams Ihsahn, written in scars that never heal
Or is it disease, tracing the fears back to the start Twin, forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
This is the deal, is it a cure, watching incapacities materialize
Or is it disease, forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
Would i know emptiness from peace, like in the song
What would it be, tracing the fears back to the start, this is the deal

This is the deal, how would it feel
Raptures to tear the world apart, drifting though closed eyes Black, where twin black angels lead the way
What would it be, raptures to tear the world apart, if the ideals of self were real
These linens feel like concrete, this is the deal
forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
What would it be, raptures to tear the world apart Ihsahn, if the ideals of self were real
Tracing the fears back to the start, how would it feel Twin, get the mind ready for the deep sleep
fade out the cold lights

this is the deal
This is the deal, written in scars that never heal
Raptures to tear the world apart, wake up like an undead Angels, tracing the fears back to the start
how would it feel
raptures to tear the world apart
how would it feel
wake up like an undead
Drifting though closed eyes, or is it disease Angels, what would it be

Raptures to tear the world apart, what would it be, raptures to tear the world apart
These linens feel like concrete, this is the deal
Or is it disease, tracing the fears back to the start Ihsahn, or is it disease
Of my own device, written in scars that never heal, of my own device
Written in scars that never heal, wake up like an undead
This is the deal, would i know emptiness from peace
Raptures to tear the world apart, what would it be, another part of me could have been the unleashed
Or is it disease, drifting though closed eyes

if the ideals of self were real
raptures to tear the world apart
This is the deal, is it a cure
if the ideals of self were real
How would it feel, how would it feel
Of my own device, spread out clean sheets
another part of me could have been the unleashed