The Vanishing Orchestra


Under
Shelter
Of sins and secrets
Wait in silence
In silence, four strangers,
They approach
Not a word, not a sound
The faces in the hill
Come alive
They won't take "No"
So we give it to them

Let your bad blood spill
The wind
Moans in the trees
When I lay down
On your bed,
And your face is
Of an angel
Give my blade your wings
Find their hearts
Black as the devils eyes
Smile back

Go like the wind,
Like the wind in her hair
With your spear at their hearts
This is perfect







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