Stasis into the darkness
The dew that lies in the hands of a girl
The world is now a widower
The blame belongs to everyone
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
The mouth-hole crying for the daughter
Drunk as foetus grown in the womb
The after-hell is just an heaven
All of their boots on the doors
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
In a quarry of silence they heard it
Haunted the stones they threw 'em 'gainst her
White fists and death rattles
Sand in the hairs
Voltures with no hunger
Will they call her name?
Blinding sun
Blue hills's grace
All is dumb
Cotton place
Timeless eyes
Know the fake
Side of life
Who'll be saved?
DI'AUL - Golgotha Lyrics
DI'AUL - Golgotha Lyrics
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Stasis into the darkness
The dew that lies in the hands of a girl
The world is now a widower
The blame belongs to everyone
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
The mouth-hole crying for the daughter
Drunk as foetus grown in the womb
The after-hell is just an heaven
All of their boots on the doors
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
In a quarry of silence they heard it
Haunted the stones they threw 'em 'gainst her
White fists and death rattles
Sand in the hairs
Voltures with no hunger
Will they call her name?
Blinding sun
Blue hills's grace
All is dumb
Cotton place
Timeless eyes
Know the fake
Side of life
Who'll be saved?
The dew that lies in the hands of a girl
The world is now a widower
The blame belongs to everyone
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
The mouth-hole crying for the daughter
Drunk as foetus grown in the womb
The after-hell is just an heaven
All of their boots on the doors
Mourn, the humble mourn
Asking what she've done
The humble fall of a life never wanted
In a quarry of silence they heard it
Haunted the stones they threw 'em 'gainst her
White fists and death rattles
Sand in the hairs
Voltures with no hunger
Will they call her name?
Blinding sun
Blue hills's grace
All is dumb
Cotton place
Timeless eyes
Know the fake
Side of life
Who'll be saved?
Writer: Cosimo Cinieri
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