Текст песни Disciple - Romance Me

Текст:

Is solace a hopeless crusade The grandeur of a raping plague A portrait that is best forgotten Bed of fire for the dying orphans Is there a bridge for the endless mote? A river for the arid throat? A sun for the winter flower? A knight in the weeping hour? The poison sails on ships with pain my veins have never known My eyes have seen the glory of the antidote A love lifted, the curse has left its birthplace Romance me, Ransom me A love lifted, in paradise remember me Romance me, Ransom me The idol that birthed betrayal Where eulogies have littered the trail A song that is sung with a forked tongue Blackballed by the angels And we’re dropping like flies An assault to the eyes Spraying death in every direction This infection’s a torrential tide Amazing, sweet mercy, romance me, ransom me

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