repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest's deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge
La la la la (repeat throughout song)
In the shadow of what's real you dig a hole down in the sand where you know you left it all the things that make you understand. And guide your hand.
[Bonus track]
vow me? Wherefor this gilded proffer? Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair? - Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt weed! Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge
As I heard you've lost your game I knew that today we'll make it real I went everywhere to find you And I can't forget how you called my name And when
. And then when nightfall came the beautiful flow of an autumn passion faded away like a dying flame. The only memento of emotions she left was the dirge
heart grow floundering perish the memory scream in agony love is late, love is late a sorrow-raising surge lies in the cadence of the dirge
[instrumental]
Crawling clouds hide the moon staining silver on the waves Like a swarm of blowflies darkness slowly spreads throughout They're coming back again this
Bury my face in rotten love once sweet. Engulfed in kisses of utmost devotion. My conscience tells me to leave it all behind as I wander into a world
ترجمة: ديلان ، بوب. نشيد وطني.
ترجمة: السرد شجاع. الارنب اللحن الحزين.
ترجمة: مهد القذارة. نشيد وطني جحيم.
ترجمة: و. مهرج اللحن الحزين.
ترجمة: العنف اللحن الحزين. عتبة.
ترجمة: العنف اللحن الحزين. ترك الامور التمزق.