Letra de Dying Kind

Dying Kind Closer darling we're the dying the kind lucid, feel me touch where I am blind In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower You take a piece of power Closer darling through our deep disguise waking underneath the darkest skies In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower You take a piece of power Closer, find me through, we seek and hide quiet soldiers to the other side In the shadow that you make In the serpent that you wake Says the bell of every tower