Even The Spirits Are Afraid
You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
Your skin turns dust
On my cloudy carpet
You think
You were earning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
No more you were yearning
Burning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
Your skin turns to dust
When holding it close to the sun
And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
It burns the skin
It burns the skin
It burns the skin
[Anneke van Giersbergen]
Hasta los Espíritus tienen miedo
¿Crees que estabas ganando?
Quemando la iglesia de tu dios
Estabas anhelando
Aprender el nacimiento de tu tierra
¿Creías que te lo ganaste?
Quemando a tu dios
¿Que pensaste que arruinó tu vida?
Derrames rojo
En mi alfombra nublada
¿Crees que estabas ganando?
Quemando la iglesia de tu dios
Estabas anhelando
Aprender el nacimiento de tu tierra
¿Creías que te lo ganaste?
Quemando a tu dios
¿Que pensaste que arruinó tu vida?
Derrames rojo
En mi alfombra nublada
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
En mi alfombra nublada
¿Crees que
Estabas ganando
Quemando
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
Ya no estabas anhelando
Quemando
Quemando
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
Tu piel se convierte en polvo
Al sujetarlo cerca del sol
Y quema la piel de tu precioso sol
Quema la piel
Quema la piel
Quema la piel
[Anneke van Giersbergen]
Escrita por: Anneke Van Giersbergen, The Gathering