Testo di Like Chatter

A place in the corn field To dig for symbols of the past Taken from exile Mighty and hostile Gifted with memory Master of the rune-key Staying in silence To reign is to know Like the scarab That announces the flood Like the holy scarab That receives the sun An eye to the darkness Like broken angels With an innocent laughter But tears in their eyes Blood and rain Pain and weeping Bleeding and falling As life passes by Life is passing Like idle chatter Like idle chatter Life is passing by Life is passing Like idle chatter Like idle chatter Life is passing by And there won't be No tears of mourning Seek your own past And leave us to die