The dime you
Turned on still embed
In my chest
Nestled between
The beats
Requiring daily
Pruning
Of resentment that
Reaches
Forth from its void lest
Take root
And choke the air from
My lungs
I walk in blissful
Agony
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Lamenting
The lie I have to
Tell myself
Oh what magnanimous
Masochism to
Want this
Cruelty and be so
Justly
Sated for my part
I must
Learn the finer feats of
Heracles
And with the fighting
Spirit
Of Cú Chulainn slay this beast
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It's ides upon the hearth
This silence is spiteful
This hatred a violence
Growing accustomed to the
Dark living inside us
All the things i should have known
Better now rest lest
Time atone deleting
Happy moments better left alone
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Making pacts with
Hel for Valhalla
Just to witness Idun
Charm the apples
From Yggdrasil
One last time
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The dime you
Turned on still embed
In my chest
Nestled between
The beats
Requiring daily
Pruning
Of resentment that
Reaches
Forth from its void lest
Take root
And choke the air from
My lungs
I walk in blissful
Agony
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Lamenting
The lie I have to
Tell myself
Oh what magnanimous
Masochism to
Want this
Cruelty and be so
Justly
Sated for my part
I must
Learn the finer feats of
Heracles
And with the fighting
Spirit
Of Cú Chulainn slay this beast
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It's ides upon the hearth
This silence is spiteful
This hatred a violence
Growing accustomed to the
Dark living inside us
All the things i should have known
Better now rest lest
Time atone deleting
Happy moments better left alone
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Making pacts with
Hel for Valhalla
Just to witness Idun
Charm the apples
From Yggdrasil
One last time
Turned on still embed
In my chest
Nestled between
The beats
Requiring daily
Pruning
Of resentment that
Reaches
Forth from its void lest
Take root
And choke the air from
My lungs
I walk in blissful
Agony
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Lamenting
The lie I have to
Tell myself
Oh what magnanimous
Masochism to
Want this
Cruelty and be so
Justly
Sated for my part
I must
Learn the finer feats of
Heracles
And with the fighting
Spirit
Of Cú Chulainn slay this beast
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It dies upon the hearth
Woe be tide
The pure of heart
In the witching hour
It's ides upon the hearth
This silence is spiteful
This hatred a violence
Growing accustomed to the
Dark living inside us
All the things i should have known
Better now rest lest
Time atone deleting
Happy moments better left alone
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Can we survive this winter
Our discontent a bitter warmth
Breadth of levity thinner
Than we could ever want
Making pacts with
Hel for Valhalla
Just to witness Idun
Charm the apples
From Yggdrasil
One last time
Writer: Justin Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid