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Suffer, Suffer Video (MV)




Performed By: Anna Hamilton
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Anna Kathryn Hamilton




Anna Hamilton - Suffer, Suffer Lyrics




Suffer, suffer little thing
The slightest feather on a wing
The greying comes without relent
Nature cries repent, repent

Burning wind, burning skin
Tell me bird, where have I sinned?
As your feathers fall to earth
End of time, end of birth
Once green world below you sang
Where once was love only pang
Once a song, only cry
Tell me bird, oh where was I?

Once a people proud of place
Gave your secret heart a face
Trampled down into the soil

Where now the river sun does boil
Tell me fish what do you see
Up in the shading canopy?
As mile by mile you make your way
Will you no more as of today?

Time speeds up and winds the clock
Whose spring is torn off from the spork?
Whose every moment grinds the wheel
Of death whose pain we all shall feel
Not pain our own which matters not
For when we die our flesh will rot
But pain unending as in hell
For dying Earth the tolling bell

Suffer, suffer little thing
The slightest feather on a wing
The greying comes without relent
Nature calls repent, repent
Repent
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Suffer, suffer little thing
The slightest feather on a wing
The greying comes without relent
Nature cries repent, repent

Burning wind, burning skin
Tell me bird, where have I sinned?
As your feathers fall to earth
End of time, end of birth
Once green world below you sang
Where once was love only pang
Once a song, only cry
Tell me bird, oh where was I?

Once a people proud of place
Gave your secret heart a face
Trampled down into the soil

Where now the river sun does boil
Tell me fish what do you see
Up in the shading canopy?
As mile by mile you make your way
Will you no more as of today?

Time speeds up and winds the clock
Whose spring is torn off from the spork?
Whose every moment grinds the wheel
Of death whose pain we all shall feel
Not pain our own which matters not
For when we die our flesh will rot
But pain unending as in hell
For dying Earth the tolling bell

Suffer, suffer little thing
The slightest feather on a wing
The greying comes without relent
Nature calls repent, repent
Repent
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Writer: Anna Kathryn Hamilton
Copyright: Lyrics © LOVEFORCE INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY


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