Текст песни Swallow The Sun - The gathering of black moths

Hell is here, where storms are drawing near We are black moths, separated from the core Chased away into the night, to the farthest shore Where storms rip our wings apart We circle around the flame Holding on to the light of hell that glows for us In our name, of pain and betrayal This is our home, on the farthest shore, where the bells toll fear We are the black moths circling around the flame The distant lighthouse in the raging storm The glow of the safe harbour we will never reach Like a compass without the North, we are lost Ever changing course from home, forever lost For our sins we are cursed to stay here For all the wings we left behind, burned and broken Now the ones to hold the blackest ones On our backs they keep us alive in this world of the dead But not to be remembered, only in all evil We are the black moths circling around the flame For a thousand years of suffering, a price from the life we left behind Thrown into the loneliness of this last shore From the life all promises, into the abyss of souls parted And the calm is only to remind us of our black hearts The one that beats no more, won't hurt anyone, evermore Now I am finally home where I belong Flying into the flame of hell every night, just before the sunrise To burn to ashes Just to form again for a new night of suffering To remain what I was The evil, again and again and again and again and again and again...
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