Antwerp 歌词

Wait for sundown to cast your net Lost your senses with words of regret Tortured children, lie at his feet All fall, who will bow but me? Swung from the bough as it broke from your tree Cry of the choir, cry unto me Sun rises and fades Life swells neath the waves So where are your masters? Your toiling slaves? Your craftsmen murderers, they wait at the gates Beg for heaven, he scoffs from his throne Or Bleed the last breath in the bone Swung from the bough as it broke from your tree Cry of the choir, cry unto me Sun rises and fades Life swells neath the waves Who do you seek? Shadows dance on the seas Who do you serve? Chain rattle from birth Who do you love? This figment above