Silent Tales - Clay
текст песни

The Clay

Someone goes behind my back
Someone keeps silent in wood of mine
It’s my shadow follow my back
Its a wolf is borne to crucify

Mother clay rescue me
Otherwise I’ll perish down

Moon will adorn my clay forehead
With the fierce berry of beauty of bogs
Soil on my tongue, I’m holy like birds
So bring me a horse

Mother clay rescue me
Otherwise I’ll perish down

Birds fallen down from my tongue
Swamp quicksilver taken clay head
Mother clay brought water for me
Moon slunk into my breast