Paroles de Taste The Flames

I will sing of the stars In the darkest skies Trace the shape of the Moon With my bleeding tongue As I taste the flames of the Sun I shall shape the virgin earth With my dirtiest words Cradle flower buds in the palms Of my outstretched hands As its vines will creep over land We shall let the waters flow We will let the trees grow And even the gods will know What is their place Will you hum along with me When I sing to the storm Trace their silver lining And leave nothing untold As I sing the song of this world Music makes the stars shine Of nightly boasting beaming pride They even make the gods cry Of beauty and grace I will sing of the stars In the darkest skies Trace the shape of the Moon With my bleeding tongue As I taste the flames of the Sun