Dead Shape Figure - Antigone
текст песни

This song is from the floor of the ocean
But the soul it has is from the depths of hell of us all
A harvest home, the tipping point and the killing season
Barren waste, lesser race of darkest age

How the wells howl our name
kill me, kill me for the sins of yesterday
through broken skulls of yesterday
fear me, fear me for my downlet flame

On you i lay my broken frame
Antigone, a black Gabriel's trumpet
the time is nigh still we do not listen
Heaven's rain doesn't fall as it used to
stackling picking too deep