Solace Of Requiem - Lost - Vapors

Lost To save the nine, the weak and blind They find, a stitch in time To mend the vines, that reap the wines That serve to fatten kings Fermented suffering... The ones before, who left our shores To sail, the sea of dreams Left only whims and poets hymns To hold as cherished things Left wondering... Can you feel me? Lost... Can you feel me? Are you lost??? To save the nine, the weak and blind They find, a stitch in time To mend the costs, of what was lost To spoil the harvest seeds Fermented suffering... All before, who left our shores They fled in, dead of night Upon the gale, they've set as ail In search of better things Kept wondering... Pray they have their peace... What comes through me Can make you feel so, lost... What comes through me Can make you feel, so... Flows through me Too complex the views That's why they sing to me... Vapors Ich rufe all die engel Die verkrueppelt am boden liegen Halbiert, zerissen in zwei I see you hiding through vapors Deny you eat Though you reek of the feast Stink like your supper... This is a call to the angels Lain in half, torn in two Cut at crease White at the knuckles... This is a call to the angels...