Ghost Spirit - Lilacs
текст песни

Lighter and bolder, three wings of a crane
Desolate lilacs to adorn every soul, now taste death
Skimming and swelling, we bled into stone
Grief and vain sorrow to adorn every soul, now taste death
We must find the will to stand again, throughout space's loss
We are children, conceived within the hourglass
Feigning indifference, the womb and the siege
Sacred desire
I held onto devotion